Chapter Thirteen“Lara please, wait, I can’t stand this. Please talk to me?” His voice emerged with a begging edge he hadn’t intended and the change of attitude stopped Lara slamming the door in Arama’s face. She’d arrived home late from work. The relentless rain forced her to plod along the wet street in her sodden boots, water dripping off the end of her skirt. For the last two weeks Lara had avoided him and planned to continue the trend.
Arama emerged from his front gate at the same moment Lara negotiated hers and he dogged her steps up the path to her front door. Dressed in a white tee shirt and black shorts, he shivered against the freezing December rain. Lara almost made it inside before he spoke again. She sensed his intense brown eyes boring into the back of her head and intended t
