‘Packing.’ She didn’t turn. This was difficult enough already. Domenico made her weak in too many ways.
Her pulse thundered as she waited for his response. Maybe he’d turn and leave, glad to be rid of her.
When he spoke again he was so close his words wafted warm air on her neck. She shivered with longing.
‘No, you’re not.’
Lucy spun round, dropping clothes from nerveless fingers.
‘I beg your pardon?’ She drew herself up. ‘Don’t tell me what to do.’
But her defiance was hollow. Her heart wasn’t in it. Especially when the sight of his arrogant, endearing, brooding features clamped a different sort of pain around her chest.
She yearned for him to pull her into his embrace as he had earlier and convince her that everything would be okay.
Except it wouldn’t. Nothing could make this right.
‘You’re not the sort to run away when things get tough.’
Lucy’s eyes widened at the compliment.
Or did he just see her as prison-tough and able to weather anything?
‘Watch me!’ She turned to her case but he grabbed her upper arm and hauled her round towards him.
Shock froze her. Some part of her brain rehearsed the quick, violent action that would make him break his hold, yet she made no move to free herself.
‘You’re not a coward.’
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