Zara had almost made it to the sidewalk when she heard the sound of footsteps rushing up behind her.
And then… Fingers on her arm.
It was firm and unyielding.
A pull that made her stumble slightly before she caught her footing, twisting around with a sharp glare.
She knew who it was even this second time but she hated that he was here. Just what exactly was his problem with her? What the hell did he want from her again anyway? What was the damn reason for this?
Wasn’t the earlier encounter enough? Or was he trying to ruin the totality of her day today like he did that night? If that was his aim, then he was surely almost there, almost.
“Let me go, Allen,” she snapped, ripping her arm free.
But Allen held up his hands, that same practiced calm on his face, the same patient understa
