Luke had shoved Natalie too hard.

She hit the floor with a dull thud, pain shooting up her arm. Her wide eyes filled with disbelief and simmering rage.

Covering her scraped elbow, she looked at Luke, stunned.

She never thought he'd push her. She thought… even if he didn’t love her now, he'd soften when she clung to him, begged him, threw away her pride.

But his coldness tonight made her shiver.

“If you still don’t get it…” His voice was ice. His sharp gaze cut through her. “Maybe ...