Back then, Sandy was nothing like the cool, tough-as-nails woman she is now.

Back then, she was more like a naïve little bunny—on the surface, she put up with

Florence's bullying, but underneath, there was a streak of rebellion in her. Shane

could never forget that look of defiance in her pitch-black eyes, that flash of

stubborn light. It was sharp enough to pierce right through him, haunting him for

years to come.

She was a little troublemaker...

He turned and stood by the big bay window.

His tall frame cast a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole, and Sandy,

cowering by the edge of the bed, couldn't escape the pressure he exuded.

Her mind was still reeling from everything that had happened last night. The

passion between them had crashed over her like a wild tide, drowning out all

reason.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips tender and swollen, and her hands gripped the

edge of the down comforter, trembling ever so slightly.

She couldn't wrap her head around it—how could she ever have had any real

history with someone like him, a man who seemed out of reach for ordinary

people?

But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the truth was that last night, these two

supposed strangers had tangled in a way that was anything but innocent.

She wished he would just tell her what really happened in the past. The suspense

was killing her.

hesitating?" She looked up at him, eyes wet

almost begging this silent, intimidating

half-turned, his chiseled features thrown into

dark and stormy, suddenly softened for a fleeting

the corners of his lips. "I'm

complicated

used me and tossed me aside

nothing?"

eyes went wide, genuine shock on her

I ever have treated you

a dry laugh. "Back then,

were a nineteen-year-old exchange

might've looked

little bunny, but once you got

your hometown, you

a rebellious hawk finally

didn't

were bold as hell."

heart thudded in her chest. Was he messing with her? All she

years studying abroad

her degree and came home as

scrape by.

she'd completely lost her mind, there was

involved with Shane, right?

looked down, voice

going

with Florence.

sound like she

for a

but honestly,

to tag along

Florence's babysitter. Florence was

sickly, and I

look after her."

graduated by

against the window ledge, his long legs stretched out,

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