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“Good fuckin’ question,” I rumbled, taking another step up. She kept backing away and I kept climbing, and she stumbled away when she hit the landing.

When I got to the top, she was frantically digging into the little purse strapped across her body to pull out her keys.

“I’m not going to fuckin’ hurt you.” I growled it as I took anotherstep toward her, blood pumping with unfound rage, no clue who the hell I was supposed to be directing it at.

Needing a name.

A face.

A body to maim.

I enclosed another foot.

Tension ticked and flexed through my muscles.

She choked out a disbelieving sound, and her back made a softthunkingnoise as she knocked into the door behind her. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you would.”

I wanted to. I wanted to peel her apart and put her back together. Problem was, I’d always leaned more on the destroying side.

“What happened back there?” I demanded.

Surprise flashed through her expression before she shuttered it in feigned confusion. “What are you talking about?”

I eased forward, getting so close that I could hear the rushing of her pulse, the careening in her veins, the clanging of her heart.

She panted short, shallow breaths, and I inhaled every single one.

Cinnamon and spice.

Like the whiskey that still coated my tongue.

I angled in, words tremoring with fury. “I won’t pretend I didn’t see whatever the hell went down out there.”

“And what was that?” She lifted her chin in that fiery defiance, with a challenge, like she was physically raising a metal shield in front of her spirit.

Refusing access.

A barricade.

My hands burned with the need to bust right through it. Fingers desperate to sink in.

I edged forward until there was only an inch separating us.

I towered over her, eclipsing her in my shadow. Shivers rolled through her body.

“I saw you run. You were scared.” Could barely force the words out around the rage.

She seemed to swallow over the barbs that tremored herthroat, and she shook her head and huffed. “I wasn’t scared. I was ready to leave.”

Didn’t believe her for a minute.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“It seemed to me you were having a good time.”

The laugh she released was riddled with disappointment, and she dipped her attention toward the ground. “And then I remembered who I am.”

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