Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Once again, Gavin insisted on accompanying Megan to her apartment door. Talk about dancing with temptation.

Bad enough dealing with him in the closeness of his car, especially after that devastating kiss, then having the scent of his cologne enveloping her as other building tenants forced him to invade her space. But she doubted her willpower if he entered her apartment, a place that would offer privacy and a bed. A bed that hadn’t seen any exercise since her move here.

I need him to go.Quickly. Exiting the elevator, she took brisk steps to her apartment, only to slow as she approached the door to her place, a door not quite closed.

Key in hand, she hesitated.

“Move away from the door,” he ordered, but she didn’t jump to obey.

“Maybe I didn’t close it properly when we left earlier,” she muttered, reaching out with trembling fingers to push at the portal. It swung open.

Before she could truly comprehend what she glimpsed, Gavin had inserted himself between her and the open doorway, blocking her view.

But a second was all it took. One second to see that a tornado had apparently visited her home and left only wreckage in its wake.

Her trembling coalesced into a cold anger at the senseless destruction of her apartment.

Sure, she’d not lived here long or truly given it her stamp, but darn it, this was her space. My home. And someone had dared enter and destroy what little she had.

Someone would pay.