ace grew heavy, thick with unspoken words a

ch, too fast. So she stared straight ahead, at the top button of

like if they weren't attached to a Wall Street tycoon. If they were attached to an artist, maybe. Someo

out of it. The sharp pain brought her back to realit

tared at his chest. The way her teeth sank into the

thrill coursing through him. You look like you'

mouth before he quickly suppressed it,

," he said, his vo

p, her daydream shatter

oyt said, looking past her shoulder tow

to look, but the angle was bad. All she could s

looking

it. His gray eyes were dark, unreadable. "Hiding like this...

panic. "So what do we do?" s

tle with a difficult decision. Then he let out a soft si

barely a whisper. "We need to

" she repeat

th. He watched, mesmerized, as her tongue

"If we were just hiding, we'd look suspicious. But if we were a c

etween them, heavy and loaded. She understood what he was implying ins

ng her head. "I can't... M

lips, silencing her. The touch was electric. She could feel

ep, sincere, and utterly disarming. "It's just an act. It

break. He was so calm, so reasonable. He was offering her a

was admitting she thought he had ulterior motives. And aft

her survival instinct. Her heart hammered again