After the high-tension environment of the Zenith Hotel, Jenna Quinn found herself incapable of creating distance. She followed Shane Cross with a persistence that bordered on magnetic—clinging to his side as they navigated the marble lobby, her focus entirely fixed on him rather than her best friend, Claire Bennett.
Shane Cross stopped near the glass entrance, his military instincts sensing the constant presence behind him. He turned slightly, his gaze level and unreadable. "Is there something else?"
Jenna froze, her face flushing a deep, brilliant crimson. She nodded quickly, then shook her head, her mind a chaotic tangle of self-contradiction. Finally, she gathered her courage, her voice barely a whisper as she addressed him. "I... I wanted to thank you on behalf of my father. I know t
