I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.”
“Thank you for letting me drive your car. Under such exciting circumstances,
too.” I try desperately to keep my voice light.
“Maybe I should drive now.”
“To be honest, I don’t think I can climb out right now to let you sit here. My
legs feel like Jell-O.” Suddenly I’m shuddering and shaking.
“It’s the adrenaline, baby,” he says. “You did amazingly well, as usual. You
blow me away, Ana. You never let me down.” He touches my cheek tenderly
with the back of his hand, his face full of love, fear, regret—so many
emotions at once—and his words are my undoing. Overwhelmed, a
strangled sob escapes from my constricted throat, and I start to cry.
“No, baby, no. Please don’t cry.” He reaches over and, in spite of the limited
space we ha一ve, pulls me over the handbrake console to cradle me in his lap.
Smoothing my hair off my face, he kisses my eyes, then my cheeks, and I curl
my arms around him and sob quietly into his neck. He buries his nose in my
hair and wraps me in his arms, holding me tight and we sit, neither of us
saying anything, just holding each other.
Sawyer’s voice startles us. “The unsub has slowed outside Escala. He’s
casing the joint.”
“Follow him,” Christian snaps.
I wipe my nose on the back of my hand and take a deep steadying breath.
“Use my shirt.” Christian kisses my temple.
“Sorry,” I mutter, embarrassed by my crying.
“What for? Don’t be.”
I wipe my nose again. He tips my chin up and plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Your lips are so soft when you cry, my beautiful, bra一ve girl,”
he whispers.
“Kiss me again.”
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Christian stills, one hand on my back, the other on my behind.
“Kiss me,” I breathe, and I watch his lips part as he inhales sharply. Leaning
across me, he takes the BlackBerry out of its cradle, and tosses it onto the
driver’s seat beside my sandaled feet. Then his mouth is on me as he moves
his right hand into my hair, holding me in place, and lifts his left to cradle my
face. Hi
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