Grayson's words hung in the air between them, the command unmistakable. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her hip, and his hand at her waist held her firmly in place. There was no mistaking his meaning now.

He knew. He'd figured it out.

"I—" She tried to straighten, but Grayson's hand at her waist held her in place, not forcefully, but with enough pressure to make his point.

Honey froze; her breath caught in her throat as reality crashed down around her. The box with her shoes ...