“How can you ask me that?” “Answer the question, Katrina.” Wrenching her chin from his grasp, she said, “You were there, you picked up the damn pieces, Simon!” She pushed him away. “You put me back together again and now you stand there and ask me if I still have feelings for that asshole? The same asshole who claims I sexually harassed him and that I’m a thief, to boot?” “Answer the damn question!” he bellowed. “No! Damn it. I’m not going to answer such a laughable question.” His face turned to stone. “I’ll make sure you get home safely.” He turned to walk away. Impulsively, she grabbed his jacket sleeve. She’d never fought for a man before, and damn if she was going to come this far with Simon only to have him walk away from her in a jealous huff. “Trust goes both ways, Simon,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
