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His hold on her tightened. He closed the gap between them. “Like I said, I don’t get a hug or a hello?”
Anya gazed up at him and swallowed hard. She stopped resisting his hold and would play his sick little game. She shifted her free hand that held her phone behind her back.
Unfortunately, she was familiar with how to hit the alarm button on her phone that would call the police.
“Hello, Glenn.” She cleared her voice. “How did you get in?”
“Oh, I spoke with the manager of yours. I told her I was your boyfriend and had traveled such a long way to surprise you. She was eating out of my hands by the time I was done with her.” He snorted.
It was sick how charming he could be.
The minute he smiled, he could convince anyone that the sky was green, and they’d believe him without question.
There was going to have to be a conversation had with Miss Jones. Just letting anyone into someone’s apartment without asking was downright foolish. The older woman was a sucker for a good romance story. She had recognized Anya’s name when she’d signed the lease. She was a voracious reader and apparently had read all of Anya’s books.
Holding back an eye roll, Anya turned her focus back on Glenn.
Her skin crawled from being so close to him again. She’d left Atlanta to get away from him. Las Vegas put quite enough distance between them.
At least she thought it had.
He reached up and ran a hand along her face. His nostrils flared as he glared at her. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I’ve been a little busy.” She sent up a prayer that the cavalry would be arriving soon.
“Too busy for me?”
“I thought when I left Atlanta, we were done.”
“Well, now, that’s what happens when you do the thinking. I never said I was done with you, Anya.”
Worry snaked its way through her.
What the hell did that mean?
“Glenn, you’re free of me. Go live your life—”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Anya. I make the decisions, and what I say goes,” he snapped. His eyes blazed with the rage that was consuming him.
What had she ever done for him to treat her the way he had, she didn’t know, and at the moment she didn’t care.
She knew ultimately she hadn’t done anything.
These were his own demons he was fighting.
But at the moment, with his narrowed gaze and tightening grip on her arm, she was worried.
She held back the tears that threatened to fall.
She had to be strong.
They had been through this game before, and she was done with it.
“What do you want, Glenn?”
Banging ensued at the door, and she wanted to scream her excitement.
“Who the hell is that?” he growled.
