"Because it's my fault," he said as he unwound her long legs from his waist, stepping around the office desk to get some distance between them. "You shouldn't be here. I'm to be married in just a few days."
Remi's eyes went wild with anger as she reached for her gun. "So, you did it. You put a hit out on him. How could you?"
Luke raised his hands in defense, clearly not wanting any conflict. Keeping his cool, he looked Remi in the eyes, hoping she would listen. "I didn't put out a hit. I had nothing to do with it, but I still blame myself."
Pointing the gun at him, she came around the desk, almost in tears. Her hands were shaking and her breathing was desperate. Remi never broke, but she was on the verge of it. Her sudden loss of control said a lot because Remi wasn't the type to cry or get emotional. According to her, tears were for the weak. Emotions for the feebleminded.
