Lingering Warmth

Tessa frowned, her expression darkening. "Vance, this kind of thing isn't right for us. Don't make me fight you!"

Her left shoulder was hurt, sure, but if things really got physical between them, Tessa might actually hold her own.

"I'm sorry," Vance murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tessa froze; all she could hear was Vance's voice, still going on.

"I'm sorry. I was too late. I didn't pr