CHAPTER 47
The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the room.
Natasha sat curled up on the couch, replaying Jeremy’s laughter in her mind. The way he looked at her. The taste of that stolen kiss.
Her cheeks flushed at the memory.
Then — A Knock, it was Slow and Measured.
She paused.
Another knock. This time Harder.
Her brows furrowed. She stood, walked quietly to the door, and peeked through the peephole—
Her breath caught.
Reid.
Her blood ran cold.
What the hell... How is he here again?
What does he want now?
She stepped back, heart pounding. No way in hell she was opening that door.
Another knock.
Longer. Angrier.
“Open the door, Natasha.”
His voice was low, dangerous—through the door.
She didn’t move.
Then—CRASH.
The door flew open. He’d kicked it in.
