Karma
“Dare was right behind her, his hand on her arm, but she didn’t stop. She needed the open space and fresh air where she could think more clearly without his body heat so close it suffocated her. And not in a bad way.
No sooner had they reached the sidewalk, the noise and buzz from inside the bar receding, than she turned to face him. “I don’t understand you.” She looked into his handsome face.
His expression told her he was clearly confused. “What? That I wanted to walk you out?”
She shook her head. “Since when do you want anything to do with me at all? Before I nearly ran you over yesterday by the park, every conversation we’ve ever had bordered on contentious and mean.” She braced her hands on her hips, knowing the little bit of alcohol she’d had—which she usually stayed away from because of both her own past and her brother’s tendency to overindulge—was responsible for her bold outburst now.
He frowned, obviously not pleased with her at all. “You are so wrong I don’t know where to begin,”
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