As I walked down the hallway, I grew more nervous with each step. My thoughts were focused on Roger. I couldn’t help thinking how angry he would be by my tardiness. I didn’t see the hand until it was over my mouth, and I was pulled into the study.
“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear.
Amaro. My heart quickened.
“Did you pass on my message to Jameson?” Amaro’s suave voice made me tremble. He was holding me so close that I knew he could hear my heart beating out of my chest.
I nodded, and he released his hold on me. “I told him not to anger you.”
“Have you decided you want my help?” he pressed.
“No. I cannot decide today,” I forced myself to say, walking away from him.
He prowled towards me like a jungle cat hunting his prey. When he reached me, he kissed my hand and pressed my palm onto hi
