Chapter 45 -Trusting Any Men
- “Sorry about that,” I murmur as my hand finds my chest. I’m breathing heavily, and I’m starting to worry I’m going to have a full-blown panic attack.
- Derek puts his hand on my arm, looking down into my eyes. “Nothing to be sorry about, Esme.”
- “He was following me and came here to antagonize me. The girls…” I abruptly stop talking.