Landon straightened his back. He had always hated it when women came close to him. Why was he not averse to Grace grabbing his hand?
Landon didn't turn his car in time and it ran over a pebble on the road. The car bolted and he clasped Grace's hand out of instinct.
Landon took a deep breath. He told himself he only did that to check if his aversion to women was cured. That he didn't do it because he wanted to hold Grace's hand.
Surprisingly, Grace woke up from the bump. She blinked and flexed her fingers to make sure they were hers.
She screamed and flung Landon's hand away. She stuck her body against the door, wide-eyed. "Landon Hayden! Who told you to hold my hand?"
A hint of fluster came across Landon's face briefly. He said coldly, "You are the one who grabbed mine."
"That's bull
