Page 13 of Hidden Shadows
This was why people followed her. God, he could barely take his eyes off her.
She only stopped when she reached the bridge, pausing beside the water. She ended the video and snapped a photo of herself before typing something on her phone.
When he peered over her shoulder and saw she was posting the photo online, he reached over and snatched the phone out of her hand.
Finley gasped and spun. “What the hell?”
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First,the man had been a grump all day. Now he was taking her damn phone?
“You don’t post until you’ve left the location.”
“Excuse me?” Okay, this guy was really getting on her last nerve. “First of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second, everyone knows I’m here, and we’re gonna leave in a few minutes.”
“I don’t care. You don’t post until we’re gone. That’s my rule.”
She lifted a brow. So this guy thought he was the damn rule-maker now? “Yourrule?”
“Yes.”
Just…yes?
Her eyes narrowed as she held out her hand. “Give it to me.”
“No.”
If there was ever a definition of jackass, it would be this guy. “Nixon—”
“You can have it when you tell me you won’t post right now.”
“I won’t post right now.” The answer came quickly. Maybe too quickly, because this timehiseyes narrowed.
“I don’t believe you.”
Goddammit. She tried to grab her phone, but he swiped his hand away.
“Okay, I’m trying to not lose my shit on you, but you’re making it really hard.” She was right on the damn edge.
“I’m not giving it to you so you can tell the world where you are,” he growled.
“Give it back,now.”
She reached for the phone again. Again, he held his hand back.
Anger boiled in her belly, to the point she lost all sanity and lunged. A full-body lunge that sent her flying forward. Except Nixon turned his body, and instead of hitting him, she fell toward the iced-over water beneath the bridge.
Her stomach dropped, the air whipping from her lungs. She was a second from hitting the hard surface when strong fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged her to the side.
Then they werebothoff balance, and she kept falling, hitting snow, Nixon catching himself on his hands above her.
Her breath snagged, her eyes flashing up to see Nixon covering her. Surrounding her.
She told herself to breathe. To move the air through her lungs. But his heat, his deep masculine scent, was everywhere…and it suffocated her. He was so close, she saw every intricate detail of his face. The day-old stubble. The specks of black in his brown eyes.
For a moment, their gazes clashed, and she wasn’t sure if he was breathing either.
“Are you okay?” His breath brushed her face as he spoke, whispers of heat across her skin.
