Standing Her Ground

Cecelia rested her back against the heavy mahogany panels of Desmond's bedroom suite, having cornered him away from Agatha's watchful eyes. She met his threatening scowl with an unbothered, razor-sharp smile. "Does this arrogant defiance mean our proposed truce is dead on arrival, Mr. Croft?"

Desmond took a predatory step forward, his voice dripping with biting hostility. "What else could you pos