Of all the injudicious things to do, Dylan found that kissing her as a last resort was completely tactless. But he’d been desperate. When the mystery about her past had enfolded in front of him, he’d found it unbearable to have her on the opposite side and had been ready to do anything in his power to stop her. The kiss had no ulterior motive, it had been a desperate attempt to stop her.
Suddenly, his customary refusal to subject to fate mocked him, so much that he was tempted to laugh at his own arrogance. Had anyone ever been able to control destiny? Had he really thought it would be any different for him? In his soaring success, superciliousness had led him to believe that there wasn’t one thing that he couldn’t control. Consequently, he’d become a man used to keeping his emotions saf
