CHAPTER 67 Fated

　　~ CARA ~

　　My entire body reacted to the sight and smell of him, looming over me there in the glare of the parking lot lights. My skin prickled, my breath got shallow, my belly tingled. And the hair on my arms stood up.

　　Rig stared his face twisted and tense. He cleared his throat.

　　“I heard Natalie calling, are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice that low, husky hum that simmered in my belly.

　　“I’m fine. I’m leaving. You guys have a good time,” I said quickly, then tried to step around him.

　　But his hand shot out to curl around my stomach. “Cara, please—”

　　“Don’t.”

　　“You have to listen to me.”

　　“Stop. Just stop.”

　　“I'm not doing anything.” His eyes were so bright in the dark, piercing.

　　“Yes you are, and you know it,” I said through my teeth, because I couldn’t seem to get loose from his eyes and I was afraid I was going to give in. “You’re… making me… pulling at me—”