the waiting Bentley. Still lost in the aftermath of everyth
's heavy door closed,
of Everett's body. She slid to the far side of the leather sea
flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.
to stare out the window, her shoulde
though it was an act, the humiliatio
ense of victory. Instead, there was ju
ot path down her cheek. She quickly
h
ted his weight, closing the dis
Instead, he used his own hand, his long fingers gentl
ghtly rough, calloused, yet they
ze, her enti
cent of cedar and something darker
which had been so heavy moments before, bega
so low it was almost a vibration again
across her skin, sending
that she could clearly see her own wide, startl
ad nothing to do with anger or grief. For a terri
ity. She jerked back as if burned, p
on fire. She cou
readable, as if nothing had happened. But she saw his han
as a hundred times more
Why had she reacted like that?
g her? Or was he
he absurd thought. He was Leo's uncle.
lled up to
y threw the door open, despera
ing today. I..." She fumbled for wor
stood before her, his tall fr
e Everett," he interr
ed, the name feeling
t as he had the night before, he gently ruffled her hair. The
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