R A Y V I N
“Put me down!” I screeched, wriggling over the strong shoulder as he strode out the front door. Cold air swept up my robe, chilling me in unfamiliar places. “You can’t do this!”
He tightened his grip on my ass. “Doing it.” His tone was casual; he was so relaxed, his breathing the same. This man must have trained all his life to maintain such balance because if I were to be the one in his shoes, by now, I would be panting like someone who just got off the racing track.
“Put me down, right this instant, James Preston!” I yelled, but that was just me talking to deaf ears. I squirmed, but, he wasn't even paying attention to whatever effort I was making for him to let go of me.
Two passersby in casual outfits walked past us to a reasonable distance before stopping. “Is everythin
