Chapter 112

Lance said nothing. His eyes stayed on her, making Tara's heart race. Then, calmly, he stated. "You can't escape from me." Tara looked away in a panic. Trying to salvage the situation, she said, "I'm not trying to escape. I just want to talk." If she'd known he would track her down, she would've done a better job of hiding and traveled even farther. Lance's gaze was unreadable. That calm of his was more dangerous than anger. "Fine. I'll listen." Tara thought she'd bought herself time. Maybe she could get him to give up. At her apartment door, she pulled out her keys. Lance stood at the threshold, tall and composed. "My place is a bit small," she said hesitantly. "Hope you don't mind, Mr. Swain." His eyes dropped briefly to her outfit—a loose blouse meant to downplay her figure and a high-waisted skirt that didn't quite succeed in doing the same. He stepped inside and casually locked the door. "There's nothing wrong with it." Tara kept her distance, poured him a glass of warm w