If she had, she wouldn't be so completely at his mercy now.
"So what if it's the office?" His entire being radiated a reckless disregard for the rules. His lips left hers, trailing soft, urgent kisses across her brow and eyelids. "Elissa, if you dare get back with Frank, I'll do more than just kiss you at the office."
"I'll come to your wedding. I'll come to your home." Rowan seemed to have run out of options, his words turning wild. "Do you believe me? I'll kiss you just like this, right in front of him."
"Are you insane?!" Elissa snapped, finally pushed over the edge. She kicked out, her foot connecting sharply with his shin. "Rowan, what the hell do you want?"
"Hiss…" Rowan hadn't expected her to strike so hard. The blow caught him off guard. Hearing her question, he let out a bitter laugh. "What do I want? You can't see it? You can't feel it?"
What else could he possibly want? He wanted her.
…
Her expression faltered. Yes. She probably did know what he meant. He had made it so clear that day. She had even been swayed, nearly ready to let go of the past.
But now, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. After so many years of cautious solitude, she had learned not to prioritize something as fleeting as emotions. She knew her most important task used to be hiding her true self, and she knew exactly what she had to do now.
Elissa stared at him, took a deep breath, and finally asked the question that had been hovering between them. "Rowan, if your grandmother and I were both drowning, who would you save?"
Women of Janice Garrett's generation rarely knew how to swim. Rowan knew his grandmother was completely helpless in the water.
His brow twitched, but he didn't avoid the question. Without hesitation, he replied, "I'd save one with each hand."


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