CHAPTER 12.1

C H A P T E R - T W E L V E

Both Falcone and I were fixated on each other. He maintained his disgruntled expression, so I chose to speak.

“Hey," I murmured.

He continued to ogle me. Then he walked up to the table, lifted the Nordstrom bag, and retrieved a recognizable box bearing the words "Jimmy Choo" on the top. It wasn't because I had a box like that, but rather because I had tried on Jimmy Choo shoes several times and had seen them before. He placed the box on the table after emptying the bag. Then he threw it tumbling toward me down the table.

Because it was shoes, particularly Jimmy Choo shoes, I moved quickly, my hand leaping out to capture it before something awful happened, like a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes tumbling to the floor.

My pulse was racing as I gazed at Falcone, my hand resting on the box.

"What exactly is this?" I inquired.

"Open it," he snarled, dipping his head to the package.

Hmm. Still dissatisfied.