Chapter Twenty Eight
**Oliver West**
That box contained everything… all he'd ever given me over our childhood days. I just hadn't been able to let go of it. I hadn't been able to let go of those good memories. I knew I was still living in the past, but it wasn't as though the present retained any pleasant things for me.
The last time Pumpkin had spilled its contents, I had been careless to store it inside my drawer without locking it up. But who would have thought Kieran Morrison would pay a visit to my house?
"Don't touch it!" I cried, jerking it away from his hands.
"Haven't you heard about privacy! You can't just barge in here and do things!" I yelled out again.
The moment I met that stormy gaze, my newfound courage fled.
I swallowed the large lump that enclosed my throat.
He looked enraged, but I refused to back down. These were still my things. He couldn't just snoop around, and especially not with this box that was now clenched tightly in my arms.
