"I have to say one thing—you sure fled your home in a rush without thinking about your safety," he said.
Olivia shifted on her feet and swallowed down her saliva. She actually felt like a fool but she didn't let that feeling manifest on her face. "I don't carry weapons when I come here," she said as she realized that he was drinking in her features, her clothes and then her dirty feet.
"You were in such a rush to get out of your home that you didn't even wear your boots or carry a weapon."
"I was."
"What a fool you are!" he said and growled dangerously.
She didn't know for how long they stared at each other, but she felt her gaze locked in his hazel eyes and found herself frozen to the spot, frozen in that position. "Stop standing there and wasting my time," she said.
"Oh, so you do know how to fight," he replied with a grin exposing that dimple again.
"Yes!"
