Chapter 400

• "I want you to leave," Kate said tightly, her chest heaving as she fought to drag oxygen into her lungs.
• She could not bring herself to look at him. It was pointless trying to defend herself—pointless to explain that she’d never had a proper boyfriend in all her twenty-two years. Ahsan clearly believed she was the Mata Hari of the Yorkshire Moors, and after the shameful way she had responded to him, she couldn’t really blame him.
• Shaking with reaction, she yanked open the library door and stood aside for Ahsan to pass—then gasped when he caught hold of her arm and slammed the door shut again, the blaze of anger in his eyes filling her with trepidation.