Chapter 5
Ivy couldn’t shake the feeling that Harrison was escaping her. Was it her thanks or that moment of connection? Maybe both. She’d hit on something, and he’d said more than he meant to. But she recognized him. Recognized the kind of man he was. She’d written men like him. Studied them. And knew that they didn’t get that look in their eyes without ghosts riding their shoulders.
“Sometimes whatever you’re trying to escape by coming to a place like this is better held at bay by distraction. And you’re definitely that.”
She didn’t know what to think about that. Did he mean the rescue and just having her in his space? Or did he mean something else? Did she want him to mean something else? Her still puckered n*****s certainly came down on the side of oh hell yes.
The front door opene
