Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine
Kelly didn’t look away.
“You’ve no place to run,” he said, his voice going lower. Sexier.
She remained unfazed, at least on the outside. “I don’t run from anything,” she told him. “And I’m not easily intimidated.”
He tilted his head curiously and arched a brow. "That's good to know.” he said.
He took another step and leaned in before pausing to look down at her hands. Kelly had not moved a muscle. She held eye contact with him. A part of her wanted to take another step around him, while an-other part—the stubborn and inquisitive part—stood still and waited. For what, she wasn’t quite sure. All she knew for certain was that she wanted to know what he was going to do next.
"I feel like you are avoiding me, Kelly. Why is that?" he asked.
"I didn't say anything like that to you" she replied. "And yes, I don't want to see or speak to you, but it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you or avoiding you"