Caught Up In You. Roni Loren

material gliding over her fingers. Handwritten price tags hung from each one, some costing more than her monthly rent. She grabbed one tag, running her thumb over the outrageous number.

      “I can hear you panicking,” Evan said, stepping behind her. “You okay?”

      Kelsey peeked back over her shoulder. “You do mindreading on the side?”

      Evan sent her a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. I live with two doms. I’ve picked up on a few things. You went all stiff.”

      Kelsey dropped the price tag and let a shimmery cocktail dress slide over her hand. It was all … so much. Too much. She headed to the side table with the champagne, but moved past the alcohol and grabbed a sparkling water instead. “I’ll be all right. I think it’s starting to set in that I’m actually going to do this.”

      “Which part?” she asked, her pale blue eyes showing true concern.

      Kelsey took a long gulp of water. “How much did Wyatt tell you?”