Chapter Fourteen
Trent dumped the last of her boxes onto the sofa and put his fists on his hips. Adalia stood beside him, staring around at the small, but well-furnished apartment. This was better than what she’d had before.
“What do you think?” he asked. She walked through to the kitchen and stroked the cool steel of the fridge door.
“It’s lovely,” she whispered, but her heart wasn’t in it. DeShawn had always been too intense. He’d been overly interested in her from the start then as soon as he’d had her the attention had dropped off. But this? This obsessive need and continuous interference?
It set her nerves tingling in the worst ways.
What if he actually hurt her? What if he hurt Trent?
“There’s something on your mind,” Trent said, appearing in the kitchen.
She nodded and went t
