I clench my jaw. “I have plans with Natasha tonight.” Which he, stalker that he is, probably knows about.
His smile broadens. “You’ll have to cancel those, I’m afraid. Since I made it home in time, you and I have plans tonight. Big plans.”
My heart rate intensifies. He can’t possibly mean… “I have four more weeks!” To my embarrassment, the words come out in a squeak. With effort, I get a hold of myself and say in a more level tone, “I don’t have to see you until late January.” At which point, I’ll be back in New York City, and he’ll hopefully be too busy to fly in to see me.
The smile falls off his lips, and his eyes tighten dangerously. “What the f**k are you talking about?”
“You…” I swallow, my heart hammering faster at his expression. “You gave me six months.”
“I gave you until thi
