Chapter 8

Paige

I can’t breathe. Dallas is suffocating me with just a look. I’m dying, breaking apart, and I don’t know how to make it stop. He is asking too much of me. I can’t tell him that he is the man I could never forget.

It would break me.

“No,” I feel foolish for putting up a battle against him, childish for lifting my nose into the air, but I don’t care. I glare into his eyes, and his lips twitch.

It surprises me.

Dallas looks darkly amused, and the cold, throaty laugh leaving his lips is shocking. This isn’t the sweet lamb I’ve handled for six weeks. No, this Dallas reminds me of the other Dallas, the wolfish one that knew me so well he could destroy my walls with his mouth.

“So there is nothing going on between us, right?”

“Yes,” I say a little too fast, but I can’t help it. Anger is spreading over my skin like wildfire.

“Then you won’t have a problem telling me to stop.”

I freeze, bewildered by his words. “What?”

Dallas releases my wrists, and I stare up at him, waiting for him to