Scarlett POV
He yanked the door open, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me across the seat into his car.
We were already moving when the first explosion of heat lit the rearview mirror.
I found my voice. “Were you following me?”
“This is my route home.” His voice was steady, but his knuckles were white on the wheel.
“Your car might still be okay. We’ll check from a safe distance.”
Watching the flames, I experienced a sudden opening in my chest, filled with fear, residual adrenaline, and the disquieting awareness that the man I had just refused had pulled me from a burning building.
“My bag’s still in the car.”
“We’ll go back when the fire department clears it.”
He was already on the phone with 911.
When he finished the call, he looked at me.
The silence stretched.
“Besides not wan
