Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
The wide expanse of his back facing me was enough to make my mouth water. How was it even possible that just his back could look so irresistibly alluring? The Don reached for a clean towel hanging on the back of a chair and wiped it over his head, drying the droplets still trickling from his damp hair.
“What do you want?” His voice, was deep and edged with stress, broke the silence without him even bothering to look at me — a sign of the indifference that made me instantly regret my impulsive decision to confront him.
My throat tightened, and I struggled to find my voice, while the nerves were twisting inside me. Endless questions started to swirl inside my mind especially why was he being so distant again.
My prolonged silence must have caught his att
