“You being followed?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. I don’t know.”
Think.
Not know.
Didn’t like that.
Not one damn bit.
“Okay,” I said calmly. “You’re staying here until your FBI guy arrives.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “Here?”
“Yes. We have rooms upstairs.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience anybody.”
Trigger barked out a laugh behind me. “Too late for that.”
I ignored him again.
Felicity shifted uncomfortably beneath my stare. “Bl—Hersh?—”
That nearly wrecked me.
Because she caught herself.
Meaning she knew.
She absolutely knew.
“You do remember me,” I said quietly.
Her face closed instantly.
Wrong move.
Too late now.
“I should’ve never come here,” she whispered.
Then she turned toward the door.
Absolutely not.
I caught her wrist before she made it two steps.
Gentle.
But firm.
The second my hand wrapped around her skin, everything inside me tightened.
My chest tightened.
Sixteen years disappeared in one touch.
