Taking a slow breath, she jerked her shoulder out of his grip and lifted her chin. Some of the anger, unavoidable and raw, seeped into her eyes as she met his gaze.
"And so?" she asked, voice sharp and unwavering. "You put your hands on me just to get my attention, Mister?"
Brian visibly stiffened, the hand in his pocket tightening around the diamond anklet nestled within it. His brows furrowed as he swept his gaze over the woman in front of him once more, searching for something, anything, that would differentiate her from the Avery he used to know.
He had arrived behind her minutes ago, and even though he had only seen her back, the resemblance to Avery had been so striking that his breath had hitched. For a split second, he had nearly turned on his heel and walked away. But then logic kicked in. It was impossible... Avery couldn't be here. And even if by some miracle she was, she should be the one afraid, not him.
