Silence was her only answer.

She moved toward the window, peering down.

“Did he leave?”

Just as she was about to turn away, she felt the cold touch of a gun against her back.

Hannah froze, her body tensing up.

In the darkness, Bryson’s voice took on a menacing tone.

“Just a routine check, Miss Moore.

“What is it you’re after, Bryson?” Hannah’s patience was wearing thin.

Just then, the gun moved down to a more vulnerable spot, making Hannah’s knees buckle.

Bryson’s chuckle, right next to her ear, sent a shiver down her spine.

he whispered, his breath warm against her

“Bryson Mitchell!”

tone as she realized he was

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“Let go of me!”

resist, he wrapped his arms around

pressed against her bare shoulders made

from Bryson’s hair fell on her neck, and the warmth from his body seeped through his shirt to

held her firmly between him and the

clothes began to

her chin, forcing her to face him and

a moment, Hannah’s head spun, her thoughts blurred by the rising

ki*s, his hands moving

from Hannah’s

trying to turn

“Enough!

“It’s not enough.

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