Thea
I nearly leap out of my skin as I spin to face Blake, my heart pounding so hard I see spots before my eyes. “I'm sorry. You didn't come home last night. I didn't want to just leave. I wasn't sure what to do and I made a judgment call. I'm sorry if it was the wrong one.” The words just pour out of me, shaking as hard as I'm sure my hands are as my mouth feels dry and my pulse thunders in my throat. My hand slips up to gently wrap around my neck as if that'll calm the thumping there, and his eyes lock on my fingers for a moment before ticking back to up meet mine.
Even though it's first thing in the morning, he doesn't look disheveled. No, he looks clean, showered, groomed, well-dressed in slacks and another fitted tee-shirt - this time in a deep green - that shows off his powerful ar
