Chapter 12

Alexandria

As the door opened, Bryce met me face to face. For only a moment I forgot to walk; instead, I stood mesmerized by Bryce's face, more accurately, by the large egg-like elevation on his left cheek. I fought to pull my gaze from the purple contusion to his eyes. Once I did, my lower lip disappeared between my teeth.

“Sorry.” As soon as the apology left my lips, I regretted uttering the word. I wasn't sorry that I'd head-butted him. I was sorry that he'd caught me, wrestled me to the ground, and gotten aroused. I was sorry I’d allowed him to choreograph my conversation with Deloris. I could go on and on with my regrets. Head-butting him wasn't one of them. Shrugging, I added with a grin, "Not really. Maybe you should think twice before you tackle me again."

His eyes narrowed and voice lowered to a whisper. Cocking his head toward Alton and Suzanna, he said, "This is another instance when you should keep your mouth shut."