Bella's feet shifted, her eyes flicking to the hallway. Please don't look at me, she thought desperately, her heart thumping like a trapped bird in her chest. Please just let me pass…
But then as if he'd felt her thoughts, his gray eyes flicked up, sharp and cold even behind his long lashes.
"Bella."
His deep voice cut through the quiet living room like a blade. Her small shoulders stiffened, her footsteps stopping mid-step.
She watched him cut the call with a simple swipe of his thumb. He slipped the phone into his pocket, straightening his tall frame. He looked so effortlessly powerful in that dark, open-collar shirt.
And she in her soft, simple sundress felt like nothing.
When he spoke, his tone was calm, flat like he was talking about the weather. "We're leaving tomorrow."
Bella blinked. Once. Twice. Her fingers tightened on her bag strap until it dug into her palm.
