"So so that's that, then. You were the one trying to take advantage of ME just now, and you clearly came out ahead. I'm a girl, and you manhandled me, and I still didn't say a word about it." Isla said, all wounded innocence.
She clutched her collar with both hands, the picture of a wronged little bird.
You'd think she was the one who'd gotten bitten. You'd think she was the one who'd just watched her most prized possession shatter on the floor.
A vein throbbed visibly at Grayson's temple.
He turned his head slowly, dark eyes sharp enough to cut straight through her.
Isla shrank her neck down, lips pressed into a tight little line.
He was three seconds from full detonation until he caught the wide, guileless look in her eyes, deer-in-headlights soft, and felt his own fury completely
