Robyn
“What the hell was that Robyn?” Jack demanded as I navigated the back roads back to their house.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?”
I could feel his eyes burning into my head but I wasn’t going to turn my attention away from the road to meet his intense and broody stare.
“What do you mean?” His question was sharp, demanding an answer, and I resented the tone he was using with me.
“Look Jack, I really and truly appreciate the fact that you are doing everything in your power to keep me safe. Seriously, I’m not taking that for granted. However, there are certain boundaries you need to respect.”
“Boundaries?” The word came out in a growl, and I could practically feel the tension rising in my small vehicle as surely as if
