"Do you want to know my past?" Jared asked.
Those golden-brown eyes held Jerica, pulling her in, rendering her thoughts helpless to the draw.
His gaze held a playful glint, a spark of a boyish mischief, yet behind it was something more dangerous, something that tightened the knot of emotions in her stomach. His hand found hers, pressing it gently to his cheek, grounding her as much as it was drawing her in.
"It hurts when you don't let me in," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm not some delicate flower—I'm not even particularly moral or all that concerned with the law. I'd end up on your side in all of this. I'd probably even help you, whatever it is."
She wasn't entirely sure of what was lurking in his life, in his mind, but she knew she would stand by him. That was the only certainty she held.
