"Um, I..."
Just as Grace Winslow was about to speak, a heavy force suddenly clamped down on her arm. She cried out in pain as the grip yanked her back, causing her to stagger a few steps.
Before she could even gather her wits to curse at him, Caleb Forrest's furious voice rang in her ear, "Grace Winslow, is this why you won't forgive me or take me back? Because of this man?"
"How dare you say you didn't betray me? That you did nothing to wrong me?"
"Grace Winslow, you've really got some nerve!"
Caleb Forrest's voice was laced with bitter resentment.
The sharp pain in Grace Winslow's arm told her that the man before her, Caleb Forrest, was genuinely furious.
She tried to yank her arm free, but with her first tug, Caleb Forrest's grip only tightened.
"Caleb Forrest, have you lost your mind? Let me go! Who the hell do you think you are to question me?"
