“I was intending to walk back.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “Change your mind.”

His tone-sheer male arrogance laced with a challenge she hadn’t previously encountered and couldn’t place-sent a peculiar shiver through her. There was no overt aggression in his stance, yet she didn’t for a moment doubt he could, and would, stop her if she tried to get past him.

Temper, wild willfulness-her customary response to intimidatory tactics, especially from him-flooded her, yet this time there were other, powerful and distracting emotions in the mix. She stood perfectly still, her gaze level and locked in silent combat with his, the familiar struggle for supremacy, yet…

Something had changed.

In him.

And in her.

Was it simply age-how long had it been since they’d last crossed wills like this? Three years? More? Regardless, the field had altered; the battle was no longer the same. Something was fundamentally different; she sensed in him a bolder, more blatantly predatory streak, a flash of steel beneath his elegance, as if with the years his mask was wearing thin.

She’d always known him for what he was…

Her vow echoed in her head. She mentally shook aside the distraction, yet still she heard… recognized the challenge.

Couldn’t resist.

Head rising, she walked forward, every bit as deliberate as he.

The watchfulness in his eyes condensed, until his attention was focused exclusively on her. Another tingle of sensation slithered down her spine. Halting before him, she held his gaze.

What did he see? Now she was looking, trying to see past his guard only to discover she could not-odd, for they’d never sought to hide their mutual dismissiveness-what was it he was hiding? What was the reason behind the veiled threat emanating from him?

To her surprise, she wanted to know.

She drew a deliberate breath, evenly stated, “Very well.”