The sense of aggression that hit her face stirred her nerves, and Zoe Bell's heart raced as she thought about moving to a different spot.
"Don't move." He bent down toward her.
"Is Wyatt still here?" Zoe Bell looked up slightly, only to freeze for a moment.
So close that just one more step would bring their lips together.
The intimacy, yet with a delicacy of distance that was both unsettling and tantalizing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Zoe Bell whispered, "He must have left by now."
"I don't know."
William Hale was facing away from the kitchen door and naturally couldn't see; he was looking down at the person in front of him as Zoe Bell looked past his shoulder and outside.
Cautious and careful, with a heavy sense of sneakiness.
Compared to her usual guarded demeanour, her little expressions were lively and colorful.
William Hale's lips curled slightly, his eyes and eyebrows both tinted with a hint of a smile.
