Chapter 25

• “Again with the tone of dismay,” Megan grasped Oliver’s chin between her fingers and looked into the depths of his Caribbean-blue eyes.
• He was practically vibrating with tension. “We share something, and you shouldn’t deny that we do. Neither of us are people who click very easily with others in terms of… intimacy or friendship, but we did. You want to be connected to me, and you’d love to create something with me. You think we could be a good team.”
• His tongue darted, and Megan watched the damp path it left behind on his lips.