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Michael’s dark gaze shuttered “Will you get out of the car or do I need to bring out my cuffs?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I growled as I launched myself out of the vehicle

When he tried to retake hold of my arm, I yanked it away from him and hurried up the stoop to the front entrance

In favor of the cold day, I’d donned the only pair of boot-cut jeans I owned and a pair of high-heeled boots They were h heels I’d worn the last ti away, did I?

I felt his attention as he opened the front door, but I refused to look at hi under his breath

“You do realize I’ve got whiplash?” I followed him upstairs to his apartment

He frowned down over his shoulder at me “What?”

“Eed a odda thicker with every angry sentence out of my mouth

Michael didn’t answer as he led me to the door on the second floor and I took that to ht about the whiplash

As soon as I walked inside his aparthts, illu actually The place was almost unlived in Bare walls, blinds at the s but no curtains No photos Nothing personal at all

It was depressing

I hated that for hirier at him than I’d ever been in my life

The apartment door sla room to face him Michael dropped his keys on a side table that had a laaze “I shouldn’t have said what I said”

I liftedhe’d said “Which part?”

He raised an eyebrow “What do you mean?”