er heart hammered in her rib cage. She could feel her chest tigh
to be. There was no way th
o
ck
a
to
t pleaded. "But I didn't want anything to interfere with yo
ink he was justi
rs. He was playing her. He had to be. His eyes, so dark and velvety brown they looked b
ds in his. "Flora, say something pleas
her feet and backed away. No. No. No. She had to stop him; to stop this. It wasn't part of her plan; their plan. "This is a
ir pinch; his brows furrowed, deep lines between
ides from spilling out. "Please tell me you're joking. You have to be joking. You ha
d her. He shook
roar by the time it reached her mid-section. She dry retched, sick to her stomach. Hot tea
forward to wrap
owled, her cry a su
somehow she had moved him. Was it the sheer force of her fury or
ch me!" sh
e large, glass coffee table in front of the leather couch in their living room. "What the hell?!" he s
do this to me!" Flora thundered, h
wait,
ain!" she screamed, spit dripping d
e look in her eyes told
ft cheek, the sharp sound like a gun at the start of a race. She took off – balling her fists up and hitting him as hard she
p! Stop!" Richard sai
rossed in front of her, and felt her he
ought as if her li
t you did to me," Flora so
id, loosening his hold on her
d in the circle of his arms. It had always been w
at had been ... and everyth