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“No, boss,” Norton, my head of security, replied.
“Good.”
“And… sorry about that.”
He tilted his head toward the other two guards, both loaded with shopping bags.
“The kid’s persistent, and I guess they couldn’t say no to her.”
I smiled—because he wasn’t wrong.
“Yeah, I know how it goes. Hanna always gets what she wants.”
“True, boss.”
That little girl had a temper and a charm strong enough to win over anyone—even my guards, who usually walked around with faces like stone.
After a few more minutes, we left the mall, and for the first time that day, I felt like I’d actually accomplished something.
CHAPTER 22
“There’s no way to hold back when your body can’t think about anything else…”
ISABELLE CAMPBELL
Before Colin stepped into his private office, I decided to talk to him for a bit—or tease him, depending on how you looked at it.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
“What are you talking about?”He frowned.
“Getting out a little. Breathing fresh air. You know, normal-people stuff.”I nudged him, but he just shook his head in disapproval.
“Ridiculous.” He kept walking, and I followed.
“When was the last time you did something like this? Had fun, I mean…”
“I didn’t have fun, if that’s what you’re asking. I spent the whole time making sure you were safe.”
“You’re such a complicated man, you know that?” I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn’t nervous about the way he talked to me—if anything, I found myself enjoying it more and more.Teasing Colin Adams had become my favorite pastime.
“I’m complicated because I care about you?”
We were in the “forbidden” hallway, right in front of one of the doors. I hadn’t realized I’d crossed into restricted territory until then.
“Sorry for being here.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice came out tight, almost strained.
“What are you talking about?I didn’t do anything.”
“Why do you keep provoking me? Why can’t you stay away from me—and why the hell can’t I stay away from you?Answer me!”
His words caught me completely off guard. I had no idea what he wanted me to say. Worse—I didn’t even know the answer myself.
