Chapter Two
Leia’s breath caught in her throat as, for a millisecond, she thought he was going to kiss her. Before she could figure out how she felt about that, the light turned green and he piloted the car through the empty intersection.
“Please. You’re frightening me. Who are you?” Leia badly wanted to know.
A beat of silence, and then his short, low response. “Tate. McIntyre.”
“Tate. D-do I know you?” She was almost afraid to ask for reasons she didn’t even understand.
Another pregnant pause stretched out before he said. “We’ve… met.”
Whatever answer he could have given her, that was the last one she expected to hear. She shook her head, sinking against the back of her car seat.
“Impossible. I’d remember someone like you.”
“I’ll try to take that as a compliment.” His tone was dr
