She raised her head. She looked at him and saw something in his eyes that made her go cold.
“You don’t hafta tell me,” he said. “I’ll find him.”
He moved toward the door. His hand was on the doorknob when Bella leaped from the sofa, ran to him, and grabbed his arms.
“No,” she gasped. “No, don’t.”
“Let go.”
“Please don’t,” she begged. “Stay here for a while. Think it over.”
He tried to pull away from her. “I said let go.”
She was using all her strength to drag him away from the door. “I won’t letcha,” she said. “You’ll only do something you’ll be sorry for.”
Her grip was like iron. Now she had her arms wrapped around his middle and he could hardly breathe. “Goddamn you,” he wheezed. “You gonna let go?”
“No,” she said. “You gotta listen.”