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
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