Dahlia didn't know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut. Damn! Is he in a hurry because he's looking for her?
She downed the remaining water in her glass and stood up to leave. But before she could take a step, he spoke again.
"Dahlia . . ." His voice was deep and soothing, pulling her toward him once more.
"Huh? What is it?"
"How are you? Do you feel anything other than jealousy?" Carter's mocking question made her avoid his gaze even more.
Confirmed. She had said something to him about what she had seen!
Her heart pounded again, and she couldn't understand why. The feeling was all too familiar, just like when they were on the farm, and she was drunk that day—the day he first kissed her. She didn't know whether to worry more about her hangover or the possible outcome of this conv
