If she wanted?
Anna stared at the bottle of water in her hands, the coldness seeping into her skin, her lips pressed together into a slight frown.
What did she want?
Familiar walls. Predictability. A chance to regroup before facing whatever ‘this’ was becoming.
She hadn't wanted to face him exhausted, raw, and still uncertain about the mail sitting in her inbox.
Uncertain about who she really was… again.
That was why she'd needed her place instead—what she'd wanted.
Her gaze lifted slowly to Jason, who stood by the island, legs wide apart, hand still in his pocket.
The suit fit him too well—enough that she noticed despite herself.
Grey eyes stayed steady on her. There was an ease to him that only made her feel more unsteady.
It bothered her. She seemed the only one rattle
