"You want to string Steve along for as long as you can? Did you love him?"
"Winn, this isn't… are you trying to start a fight?"
"I'm not trying anything." His hands flexed at his sides, his control slipping. "I am just asking a question. Did you love him?"
Ivy's back straightened. "Fine! Yes, yes… I… I did." She wasn't going to let him see her cower, wasn't going to allow herself to be bullied.
Winn's nostrils flared, but his eyes—those grey, searching eyes—never left her face. "Do you still?"
"I think you know the answer to that," she said coolly. She turned away from him, her bare feet silent against the floor as she moved toward the bathroom. Escape. Air. Anything.
But Winn's hand shot out, wrapping around her arm and pulling her back before she could take another step. His grip was firm, his heat searing her skin. "I asked a simple question," he growled. "Do you still love him?"
