Melanie’s cooperation was too important. Her child presented a problem he hadn’t counted on. Something had to change, as this was no longer a simple plan.
Sensing her eyes on him, he turned, regarded her with doubt. Should he? It was never supposed to happen. He shouldn’t put her through that kind of turmoil; it wasn’t fair to her.
But life had handed him a shit-ton of unfair.
Since he’d sent the dog downstairs to keep an eye on Rena, they were alone. Expelling a heavy breath, he moved barefoot over the debris, knowing if she were to close her eyes, she’d never know he approached.
She sat up, her slender shoulders stiff with expectation. He lowered himself before her, mirroring her position with his knees to the floor. They were close. She didn’t budge. The questions must have been compiling in her beautiful head since he’d ordered her to sit down because she whispered…
“You kissed me.”
She remembered. “Yes,” he answered truthfully.
After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. “It was…familiar.”
Aw, hell. “Just familiar?”
He could hear her frantic heartbeat. It pounded beneath the light cotton of her t-shirt as she hesitantly raised her hands toward the hood covering his face. If he let her do this, there would be no turning back. His dark, possibly limited existence would put a stain on the comfortable life she’d found without him. But, much to his dismay, the decision had been made the moment he took her.
He bowed his head…and waited.
J.A. Dennam 