Chapter 90

Before she could reach the doorway, the world tilted—he was up so fast that she barely had time to react. David moved like someone who always knew the quickest way to get what he wanted. One moment she was walking away; the next, an arm was around her waist and she was lifted off her feet. "What are you doing? Put me down!" she snapped, panic rising in her voice. She kicked out instinctively, her hands pawing at his shoulders. Her heart hammered. He didn't let go. Instead, he carried her back to the bed and eased her down, then lay beside her as if it were perfectly natural to claim that space. He wrapped his arms around her, not tight enough to hurt, but not loose either—a hold that said he wasn't letting her go. She pushed his arm away, trying to get up. "Get off me, David. Stop this." He tightened his grip a fraction and kept her under him. "Don't move. Sleep," he said. "I don't need you to decide that for me," she said, anger and exhaustion threading her words. Her hands pushed aga