KATLYN
“Z!” I almost screamed in frustration when he didn’t stop as we walked out of the apartment building. Danish and someone else with him paused in their conversation as they looked up at me running after Zurich in my five inch heels.
I ignored their quizzical expressions as I yelled his name again. This time he didn’t ignore me as he paused beside his car and turned to look at me. “Yes, Katlyn.” I hated this subdued tone that he was using with me since I woke up in his arms, in my bed.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“To drive you?” His expression said like I should already know the obvious.
I bit back my impatience as I gritted out, “And, what about the other thing you said?”
“What other things?”
If I wasn’t so flustered, I’d have noticed the dark amusement in his eyes. “
