Leigh didn't like the rising pitch of her voice, or the seesawing of her emotions. She'd just lost control in Jarek's arms and they both knew it; her body still hummed with the need to be closer to him. She couldn't afford to be interested in him. Her instincts told her to go for the best defense—an argument. "Wound too tight?' 'Wound too tight?' I don't like the sound of that."
He shook his head. "When was the last time you relaxed, Leigh? Did something that you like to do, instead of filling schedules and obligations? When did you think of what you wanted—for yourself?"
Who was he prowl through her life? To criticize her management of a life she had worked very hard to create? Why should she feel that he had that right? "I have a job. A very good paying job with a bonus just in my hand. I'm just running a little under pressure now, because someone... You, specifically... has interfered with my life. You don't understand what it is to..."
