Definitely too good for mine. Wide blue eyes remained riveted on me as I dragged her up the hallway away from the crowds. Even without looking, I knew she was watching me. I’d grown used to the sensation of being studied long before Carly Anderson had entered my life. She just added a whole new layer of frustration to the proceedings. Once we were in the relative quiet, I turned toward her and pressed my hand on the wall above her head. “What did you hope to accomplish by coming here?” It took everything I possessed to keep the fury out of my voice. She had no idea what she was risking by walking through the doors of The Pyramid Club—especially walking through them to get closer to me. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. She just blinked at me with those ridiculously large eyes, her lower lip jutting outward until I had to fist my hand to keep from leaning down to bite it. I wanted to.
