Page 35 of The Savior

Hope brightened his emerald eyes. “Change your mind?”

Had she? Her heartbeat drummed. Chelsea swallowed, not sure why she’d hurried to the door. “Well, um—Are you going home?”

He pursed his lips, not as though he were thinking over his options, but maybe as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say.

Chelsea wrapped her hand around his arm. Instantaneous warmth spark under her palm, and she drew back, not anticipating the hard-cut bulk of his muscles. She tucked her hands away, safe and hidden, under her crossed arms.

The front door was an arm’s length away, and despite the cool night, her condo seemed as if it had warmed. The air felt fuzzy.

“No,” he finally said in a low, rumbling tone. “I’m not going home.”

A zing tingled up her neck, and she stepped away from the source she didn’t understand. “Don’t drink alone.” She rocked back onto her heels. “Okay?”

The corners of his lips tightened, not quite smiling, then he backed away. “Have a good night, Chelsea.”

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