Dawn’s POV

“You’re shaking.”

I glared at Craig. “I’m not.”

“Your legs are literally going two hundred miles an hour.”

“Stop looking at my legs then, you pervert.”

He laughed at the verbal attack, shaking his head as he concentrated back onto the piece he was working with. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander back around the studio again.

It had been some hours since the attack, and when Craig had said it was ...