EVANGELINE.
“Listen to me!” I cry, gripping his upper arms as the water soaks us both. My chest grazes against his and I don’t miss the way his eyes, even full of anger rake over my breasts, making my stomach flutter.
I know I have made him angry, and I don’t know how he found the phone, but I have to get through to him. He slams me against the wall, making me gasp as pain shoots through my back and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear the shampoo from them.
“I’m done listening.” He snarls, and for a moment his forehead touches mine, his nose brushing against mine and our hearts are pounding as one. But the moment our eyes meet, he suddenly lets go of me and turns away.
Is he going to go after Sinclair? Fear envelops me and before he can even step out of the shower, I wrap my
