**Isa
I jumped back away from Callan as if I'd touched a hot stove. Even in a crisis situation, I couldn't hold onto him like that. Even in the far corner, I could feel the way his strong arms grabbed me. They felt so secure, so sure.
“Well, at least we have the light," Callan said with obviously forced relief. It appeared he wasn't the only one who wasn't thrilled with the idea of being stuck in the elevator.
I backed up deeper into the corner of the elevator, grabbing on tightly to the railing with my hands, my knuckles blanched white. His cologne was surrounding me, blocking all my rational senses while filling me with temptations.
“You good?" Callan asked.
I looked up at him. His bangs were slightly misplaced, but he looked sexy with the touseled look. And the dim lighting of th
