Grace wouldn’t look at James as she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over her head. ‘I don’t know how long I’ll be. If you leave before I get back, I’d appreciate it if you locked up. I have my keys.’
Damn it. She might be hungry like she said, but James could tell by the rigid line of her spine that the woman had a point to prove here.
‘Grace,’ he said, moving toward her as she reached for the apartment door. If he wanted to stop her, all it would take was a thought. James knew it, and by the look on her face as she turned to look at him now, so did she. ‘I know you’re angry about what I said earlier, but it’s the truth. You’re in no shape to go on like this.’
When he took another step, concluding he might as well tell her that he’d decided to turn her over to one of his warriors f
