Did you really think you could quit?" He moved closer, his steps slow, purposeful. "Just fax me a damned piece of paper and Id be forced to let you walk away from me?""You dont have a choice." Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat and moved around the chair. Putting furniture between them seemed like a smart idea. "I quit, end of story.""The hell it is," he growled as he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ive given you space, Lydia, but its time we talk.""Theres nothing to say."He pointedly glanced at the chair and quirked a brow. "Afraid, little Lydia?"Afraid of her own ability to keep her hands off him, yeah. "You dont scare me, Dane. Youd never hurt me.""Then quit acting so skittish and come here.