“I’m so sorry,” she gasped as she attempted to push off him.
He held tighter. He wasn’t sure why except that he liked looking down into her face. High cheekbones and a heart-shaped chin were perfectly accented by her small, straight nose. “It’s all right. What’s your name?”
“Rihanna,” she pushed harder. “Please,” she begged growing frantic in his arms.
“Thief,” another voice boomed over the crowd.
Her grey eyes widened. “Please,” her voice was high and tight as she tried to break free.