As though drawn by some inexplicable force, Rayna looked up from her brief and drew in a sharp breath as she watched Tyler stride towards her. Before she could determine her feelings, decide on what action to take, or formulate any words, he sat down and fastened her with a commanding look that invited no argument.
"The way I see it, you have two choices. We can either sit here and talk quietly like mature adults, or you can get up and try to run away from me again, in which case I"ll follow until you agree to listen to me."
"I don"t think I care for either option," she said flatly. "I"m meeting someone for lunch. Please leave." She pretended to study the folder in front of her, but the words blurred together and made no sense.
Tyler ignored her request. "I always wondered whether I"d e
