erstate. The rhythmic hum of the tires agai

began to burn with a dull, heavy nu

tion of an inch to relieve

eyebrows pulled together in a tight

ers clamped down hard on the fabric of Ja

losed eye. It rolled down her cheek and soak

et spot. A heavy, uncomfortable tight

. His leather-clad fingers hove

her of his index finger pressing almost roughly against her cold skin as he swiped the tear away.

r. Her rapid breathing slowed, and the tig

ide the leather glove and ret

he D.C. suburbs began to flash through the win

tside an unmarked, secure transi

htly. "Sir, should I wa

xhausted girl. "Get ou

s door, and stepped ou

out. He walked around the front of the v

lid sideways on the back seat-the angle of the parking gara

arge hand gripped her shoulder, stop

he leaned over the console, and pulled her limp body

lt over her chest. The metal tongue clic

put the car in drive and heade

unlight pierced the windshield, h

d, staring blankly at the massive g

seat. She whipped her head to the left and

raight, pressing her back hard into the

oad. "Regulate your breathing," he or

l weight on her chest. She forced herself to take

rd. "Where are w

he SUV descended into the private, brightly lit u

car to a halt. He turned his head

your ho