Chapter Eighty-One
“You’ll need them for what I plan to do to you later.”
I shivered at his tone, grabbing the shoes and taking them over to my bag. Tossing them into the bag, I pulled the zipper up on my bag.
Leo bumped my hip with his fingertips. I stepped to the side and he picked up my black and green duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “We can come back for anything else later.”
“Okay, but it’s not like I’m moving in with you,” I said, looking up at him. Leo lifted an eyebrow at me, pressing his lips together. “Yet. Maybe later?”
“We’ll see, Isobel.”
The doorknob rattled and I looked over towards the door, away from him. We could talk about this again in a few weeks.
“Izzy, you in there?” Chrissy asked through the locked door.
“Yeah, hang on,” I shouted, moving over
