Fawn’s POV
"I'm not that person anymore," I said quietly. "I know you don't believe me. I know you're waiting for the mask to slip. But there is no mask, Blake. This is who I am now."
His eyes met mine again as the light turned green. For a fleeting moment, I saw something there beyond anger and suspicion, a flicker of uncertainty, maybe even hope.
"God help me," he whispered, "but part of me wants to believe you.”
At the next turn, he pulled into the underground car park of the penthouse. Using his card, he opened the security gate. I didn’t want him to leave me. But I had a feeling that was his plan, to dump me and get the hell away from me. I had seconds.
The car had barely rolled to a stop in his allotted space before I released my seatbelt and was on him.
Blake's hand was still
