yes on the wall behind Bennett's head, refusing to look at th

e project's technical specs. The words came out tig

he blueprints. He wasn't looking at her face. His long fingers t

ound the desk, his long strides ea

lder blades hit the cold glass of the floor-t

e looked down at her, his height blo

rdered. His voice was low, a ru

the blueprint on the desk. The paper cu

lew across the desk. The lightweight p

flatten it. His movemen

he entire roll of blueprints slid off the edge of the

to grab them. Her knees bent, h

rly collided. She caught a whiff of that scent agai

nd drifted. His fingertips brushed against the back of Isabel

A mark left when she'd stumbled against a wrought-iron ta

felt like she had been burned. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged

e blueprint in one hand. His eyes were dar

up her neck. That touch was too delibera

ed completely unbothered, as if touching her leg ha

ez." He raised an eyebrow, his to

The copper taste of blood filled her mouth.

the desk and walked back around to his chair. He sat dow

more than anything else. It fe

ap. She didn't say goodbye. She just walked out of the

hand drifted to her calf, her palm pressing aga

ident. He knew. But why w

ying with her. Like a cat with a mouse. He didn't wan