Wendy
I froze.
The sudden warmth of the stranger’s hand settling over mine sent a violent pulse of alarm straight up my spine.
I ripped the cue stick back as I tore myself out of his grip. My heart slammed hard against my ribs while I spun around.
“Don’t touch me.”
The words came out sharp enough to slice through the muted jazz and clatter of pool balls echoing through the club.
But the second I saw his face, the anger inside me collided headfirst with a rush of cold recognition so intense it made my blood run thin.
It was him.
The man from the hospital.
The one who had cornered me with that desperate, reckless intensity in his eyes. The one who had looked at me like losing sight of me for even a second would kill him.
He stood beneath the low amber lighting now,
