Before I know what’s happening, someone has a hold of the back of my shirt and is hauling me back in through the window with a speed that leaves me even more dazed and confused. If such a
thing was even possible.
Bennett, I think. It has to be Bennett. “Aerin?”
I wrench my eyes open in surprise. Eyes that I have no memory of closing because it’s not Bennett who saved me at all. It’s Mack.
For several seconds all I can hear, all I can feel is the harsh pounding of my heart as I struggle to regain my sense of calm. His eyes are creased with concern as he keeps me steady on the windowsill, dressed in nothing but a pair of black briefs with his hair tousled like he just got out of bed.
I open my mouth to speak, only nothing comes out.
Shock. This has to be shock.
Without saying another
