Chapter 102 Claiming His Cat

• "Xavier," she managed her voice a husky whisper that belied the steel in her gaze. "This isn't a game."
• "Isn't it, though?" He stepped closer, each movement calculated to rattle her composure. "You keep running. I keep chasing. It seems like a game to me, Cat. We both know how much you love to play."
• Her throat tightened, and words lodged like shrapnel. This man, this infuriatingly irresistible force, knew just how to wield control and manipulate the tension between them until it sang like a plucked string.