Abby dismounted bike, her mind filled with confusion. What had just transpired? One moment, he'd been sharing smiles and a seemingly perfect moment with her, and the next, it was as if he'd brushed her aside.
"The place is really nice. Why ..." Her words faltered when she met the intensity in his eyes as he turned toward her. Her tongue lightly moistened her lips, and his gaze immediately locked onto her mouth. Abby's voice dropped to a whisper, her confusion growing with every passing second. "Bring me here."
The atmosphere between them seemed to shift, and she couldn't fathom why.
The sudden attention he was paying to her mouth left her feeling light-headed and vulnerable.
She questioned herself silently—what was happening here? Why was he fixated on her lips like that?
His response shattered the fragile tension. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill you here, freckles."
