CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

"I'm not going to kill you." It was like he read her mind. "I'm not going to kill you so come here and sit down." He points to a stool that was close to the kitchen counter, but she vigorously nods a NO, curling up on the couch like a Roly Poly bug.

He wasn't even next to her, and he could still see her trembling and shaking in fear. He could only imagine what she'd been through all her life. "Fine, just stay there, I'll cook up something." He simply says.

With skeptical eyes, she watches him take off his suit and tie, then unbutton his sleeves and roll them over his elbows. Was he really going to cook for her? She wondered.

All the while he cooked, she didn't say a single word. It was almost hard to believe that she was the same woman who was flirting with him at the bar just some hours ago.