“Charlie, I’m not the same kid you knew three years ago. You’ve got to accept it, just take me home!”
He shook his head. “Nope. That’s not good enough a reason. I have to know, really know. You haven’t given me one good reason to back down. I can see the heat in your eyes, and I know what’s behind it.” He smiled his infuriatingly patient smile, then got up from his chair and went outside, leaving Christina to stew in her thoughts and anger. The sensation of arousal was feeling as dangerous as the realization that she’d been abducted by a maniac and was being held without her consent in the middle of nowhere, with little way of escape.
After a few minutes Christina went outside herself. She was hoping that a breath of fresh air might clear her thoughts; drinking in the essence of the moun
