Before Andrea can get a look, a powerful hand opens the stall door, and cool air rushes into the confined space. Within seconds Lance’s distinct smell fills her nose and overwhelms her senses. A wave of relief floods over her, and she realizes just how much she’s missed his smell. Though they’re hiding in a bathroom stall, she feels calmer just being near him.
“Ahh, the bathroom again,” Lance says dryly. “Miss Aitkens seems to enjoy meeting people in bathrooms.” He emphasizes her maiden name.
Andrea flinches. He hasn’t called her Miss Aitkens in a long time, and the name deliberately calls their marriage into question. Before she can object, Lance takes a step forward and grabs her wrists. He presses her hands overhead and pushes her back against the wall. Then he slams his body agai……
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