SOLAYNE
I sat on the floor with my hands and legs huddled and my head bowed on my knees. I heard the click of the lock before the door opened.
Like a rabbit caught in a cage, I sprang to my feet, took some steps back that only made my spine meet the wall.
Marshall stood there at the doorway, composed as ever with one hand slid into his pocket. His eyes held cracks of amusement as they licked my face, then the room. He saw the pin I'd carelessly kept on the floor.
"Hm." His eyes stayed on the pin. "I see someone's been interested in my 'dirty' life."
He used the word I'd used on him at the pool house.
My eyes found the floor as I took in a nervous gulp. This moment felt like a fall from grace. "It's—It's not what you think."
"No?" He stepped forward, walking in the room like he owne
