Their movements were almost simultaneous, neither of them had expected it.
So when she looked up, Jane found the man's chest was just inches away, their bodies almost touching.
Startled, she instinctively stepped back, but her heel accidentally hit the coffee table, and as pain shot through her, her body couldn't steady itself and she fell backward.
Bryan White frowned and with his long arm, he hooked her waist and pulled her back.
"Ouch..." Jane's face hit against the man's chest hard, the firm chest muscles made her nose hurt, tears almost welled up in her eyes, "It hurts..."
Snap—before she could finish the word "hurt," the sound of a camera shutter came from the side.
They both turned their heads at the same time and saw a young man dressed in a formal suit at the door of the side hall, holding a camera and taking pictures. The camera was pointed right at them, and even as they looked over, the young man didn't lower the camera and pressed the shutter a few more times.
