Daniel's audacity was beyond belief, spewing such nonsense in broad daylight.
"I can't let you take the child, but you're welcome to stay," Daniel continued. "Since you're not the murderer, I owe you your life. Don't you want to take it back?"
He walked up to her. "And do you really think Kate was smart enough to steal the Wilson family's secrets and kill my grandfather? Don't you want to find out who's really responsible?"
Daniel halted his steps in front of her, and before Chantelle realized it, she was trapped.
His strong hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her in. The cool, woody scent surrounding him clouded her thoughts.
Then, a playful smile appeared on her lips.
"Daniel, you seem so eager to make me stay. Don't tell me you've fallen for me. I had no idea Mr. Wilson had a habit of rekindling old flames," she teased him as she tried to act calm.
"Love you? Am I being that obvious?"
"You couldn't be more obvious," she scoffed.
