No one expected Sandra to say such things—they looked every bit the picture of a passionately in-love couple.
The man's expression darkened instantly, his aura turning glacial. Jackie seized Sandra's wrist, his grip like a vice. "I'll give you one chance to take back what you just said."
Damn this woman. So this was her true opinion—how dare she voice it aloud?!
Even through her sleeve, his fingers bit into her skin. Wincing but holding his stormy gaze, she protested, "Jackie, let go—you're hurting me..."
His grip only tightened. "Well? Are you taking it back or not?!"
The memories came rushing back—every forced encounter, every time he'd gripped her jaw with that same terrifying intensity. The stranger before her now radiated nothing but fury and loathing.
"Why would I? This is the
