Chase

"Except I am not yours," she countered, and the room fell into silence. For a moment, she wondered if she had been too harsh, but Quinn had been doing as he pleased since he resurfaced in her life, acting as though they were still married. She should have put an end to it sooner instead of allowing things to get personal before stopping him.

"I have something to attend to. Don't leave the tent until we are ready to move," he said suddenly, his tone unusually serious, making her pause.

"Did something happen?" She asked, turning to face him now that his grip on her had loosened, curiosity flickering in her gaze.

"You should be more concerned about your cleavage, I would kill any man for staring at it," he replied, his eyes dropping to her exposed chest.

Startled, she let out a small gasp and quickly clutched the fabric of her shirt, holding it in place. It was all thanks to him barging in without knocking.