I’m going to work.”

I turned toward the gate.

And his hand closed around my wrist.

Chapter 16 — It Was Never Your Company

He pulled me backward, hard, hard enough that my phone went out of my other hand and skidded away across the marble.

It was over in a second.

The terminal’s security officer had been watching from the moment Flynn came through the doors, and he crossed the floor in three strides and had my husband off me and pulled back before Flynn could do anything more than the one thing he had already done.

There was a red mark around my wrist where his hand had been, and it ached, and it would bruise.