Dare to Surrender by Carly Phillips

place. I’d let Gabe’s persuasive powers lure me into a sense of security that could only be another trap.
    I grasped his wrist, pulling the ice away from my frozen skin. “It’s cold.”
    He put the wrapped ice on the table. Bracing his hands on his knees, he appeared deep in thought.
    I gave him the time he seemed to need, didn’t push or speak.
    “I’m sorry,” he said at last.
    “What? Why?” I asked.
    “I apologized and you want to know why?”
    I nodded.
    “We’ve been over the whys. And you’re not going anywhere,” he said on a low rumble.
    Yes, I was.
    I needed to stand on my own two feet before I could succumb to any man ever again. Especially one who had such a potent effect on me and was as dominating as Gabe.
    But I knew better than to think he would let me walk out without using the exact type of persuasion I couldn’t resist, I thought. Which meant I’d have to play out the rest of the night, claim a headache, and go to sleep early.
    First thing in the morning, or as soon as I could manage, I was going back to my original plan.
    I was poised at yet another threshold in my life. Leaving Gabe was so much harder than walking out on Lance had been, but if I wanted Gabe to respect and not own me, I had no other choice.

Chapter Ten
    Isabelle: Standing Strong, Being Me
    I t wasn’t easy, and my heart hurt like hell, but when Gabe was called into work the next morning, I took the opportunity to escape. I left him a note, explaining the independence I needed in my life and why I had to leave him to find it.
    I immediately contacted my old friend, boss, and mentor, Lisa. Her office was still in the same place, and she’d cried with relief on hearing my voice. The first night, I found myself a guest in her apartment, catching up on each other’s lives. Lisa turned out to be a godsend and every inch a good friend. First, she offered to hire me as her assistant so I could slowly get back into design. I readily agreed. Although she’d obviously created the job as a favor, the first day back in the office, I took one look at her desk, her books, and the phone ringing off the hook, and I had little doubt she needed me.
    She also gave me a place to live. She’d been seeing the same man for the last two years and stayed over at his place more often than not, and so she insisted I move into her apartment. We agreed on a fair rent, which she insisted helped her out since she’d basically moved in with Tom but hadn’t wanted to give up her own place unless and until things were more permanent.
    I was grateful, not thrilled about feeling like I was taking , but I wasn’t stupid enough to begrudge the opportunity. I also knew Lisa. She didn’t lie, and she didn’t go easy. She was a tough boss, and I knew I’d work hard—and I did. I also went along on all her design appointments. She asked my advice, often used my vision, and before long, I grew comfortable asserting my opinions on color, fabric choice, and furniture placement. My school knowledge came back to me, and so did the two years of on-the-job training at Lisa’s hand.
    One morning not long after I’d left, a courier delivered an envelope for me at work. I signed, and the other man left. Inside, I discovered a check for the amount I’d had when I’d moved in with Lance, plus two years’ worth of interest. To say I was stunned was an understatement, and I felt sure Gabe had something to do with the return of my funds. Which meant Lance wouldn’t be pleased with him—or me. Despite me looking over my shoulder for a while after, Lance never surfaced in any way. And neither had Gabe. Even if he’d cared enough to push Lance into returning the money, he obviously wasn’t interested enough to see me himself.
    The first day, heck, even weeks after I’d left, I’d waited for him to come after me. A part of me had even hoped he would, not that I knew how I’d find the strength to resist him if he did. I didn’t have to worry. He’d let me