“What’s wrong?”
A startled Cera cried out in surprise as she whipped around to face her would-be attacker. With her keys held in her upraised fist, she stopped just shy of striking out at the somewhat familiar face.
Tall. Fit. Intimidating. And though she did her best to ignore the fact, sexy as sin.
It’s him. The man from Sin.
The man she’d spoken with at the night club was here. He was here and still wearing the same pair of shiny black shoes, black tuxedo pants, and formal white dress shirt as before.
The top two buttons were still undone, leaving the collar slightly relaxed. The ruggedly handsome blond looked like he’d just finished filming the latest installment in the James Bond movie franchise, rather than sweeping a dance club’s floor.
Of its own volition, Cera’s gaze lowered to a set of powerful, sinewy forearms exposed by a set of neatly folded sleeves. She’d noticed those earlier, back at the club. Just like she’d noticed his tempting lips and mouthwatering physique. Hair that was a myriad of blonds and a well-trimmed beard with hints of strawberry sprinkled within its short strands.
Those incredible eyes so blue they almost seemed fake.
Yes, even in her distraught state, Cera had noticed all those things. But she knew better than most that being good looking and being a goodmanweren’t mutually exclusive.
And this man…this man shouldn’t even be here.
He shouldn’t have known where I was staying. How the hell did he know where to find me?
Without lowering her guard, she let her fingers relax slightly around the keys. With a quick glance around them, she returned her gaze to his.
“W-why are you here?” she demanded, those keys still up and at the ready. “Did you follow me?”
“Yes.” The man’s deep, rugged voice held no regret as he released the door and pulled himself back.
The unapologetic answer sent Cera’s heart flying against her ribs. On instinct, she took a step backward, her body pressing against the car in her effort to retreat.
This man had followed her all the way across town? Worse than that, he’d followed her all that way, and she hadn’t evennoticed?
Sure, she might have had a mini panic attack on the way here, but still. She knew better than to let her guard down. Because the minute she did…
“Why?” Her next question rode through the air on an accusatory tone. Fear fueled the blood rushing past her ears, but she kept her eyes glued to his. “Why did you follow me here?”
“Honestly?” The man gave a slight shake of his handsome head. “I don’t really know.”
3
Uh…what?
Confusion momentarily overshadowed Cera’s fear as she slowly lowered her hand back to her side. “You don’t know why you followed me?”
A strong breeze whirled past before he could answer, the invisible motion kicking up dust, leaves, and trash that were scattered about the decrepit parking lot. She rushed to clear several wayward locks from her eyes, not daring to lose sight of what could very well be a dangerous threat.
But as the man’s incredible gaze searched hers, the blues there darkened with what appeared to be more questions. As ifshehad the answer as to why he was here.
And then she heard…
“I was worried about you.”
Cera blinked but said nothing. When she’d asked his reason for following her from the club, she didn’t know what she expected him to say. Butthat?
Yeah, that was definitely not it.
Pushing herself off the car, she jutted her chin and straightened her spine. “Well, I’d say that’s mighty sweet of you, but since you don’t evenknowme, I’m leaning more toward creepy.”
She’d already spent her days trying to avoid one obsessive maniac. She sure as hell didn’t have the time or patience for two.