Tucker stepped in front of me, bending down to lift my chin with his finger. "How many times have you tried to trap me? Do you even realize how much you'd have to appraise to make things right?"
"Is going over old grudges really that fun for you?" I tried to stay cool, but sweat was already running down my back. It just hit me—I'd let myself get stuck with him again in another cramped, private space.
'Maybe I got too caught up in the artifacts. I forgot this guy is dangerous.'
He grabbed my hand, the one still resting on the flute. "Sweetheart, you know I'm easy to please. Just put in a little effort, and I'll forget the past."
His eyes dropped to my lips, and he leaned in, nearly knocking me over.
I rolled away, backing into the corner, my hands up in defense. "Don't! Be professional
