Collin Tanner
I pressed my back harder against the edge of the granite counter, feeling the cold stone dig into my hips. I refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer.
If I said his name, the fragile barrier holding my sanity together would shatter into a thousand pieces. So I clenched my teeth, keeping my chin lifted and my jaw set in stubborn defiance.
The tension hanging between us in the quiet kitchen was suffocating. Zander took a half-step forward, his broad shoulders cutting off the dim light from the hallway. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. Slowly, as if pulled by an invisible wire, his right hand lifted from his side, fingers curling slightly as they reached out toward my cheek.
My breath caught in my throat. Every nerve ending in my body screamed at
