Uh, I have a good reason for that. Unhooking the bag from my shoulder, I passed it to her. It so happens your fire attempt couldn’t have come at the more perfect time. My heart warmed as she took the weight of the heavy bag with surprise. Otherwise, we would’ve been eating these raw, and I can’t imagine that would be nice.
His throat worked as he forced back the discomfort and anger he never managed to shrug off. I just needed you to know that. That I’m not all bad. He splayed his hands. Actions don’t define us. Isn’t that what some stupid quote said? Well, I don’t agree. My actions do define me, and I can’t get away from that definition, no matter how hard I try. I don’t want it to ruin what we might have. I don’t want you to hate me—I stepped forward, the sand whisper-hissing beneath my feet. Galloway...stop. I stopped within touching distance, within kissing distance. I could never hate you.
You could. If you knew what I was.Wrong. My hair slid over the bow in my bikini, tickling my back. My hand hesitantly landed on his chest. Immediately, his gonging heart slammed into my fingertips. Thud-thud, thud-thud.He sucked in a breath, covering my hand with his.
I struggled to focus on words when all I wanted was his touch. I know I could never hate you because I know who you are. This island doesn’t allow us to hold secrets, no matter how hard we try. I know you’ve done something. And I know it was something big. If you want to tell me, you don’t need to be afraid that I’ll turn away from you. I’d never judge you that way. But if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t be afraid that your past will ruin your future. I don’t know if we’ll ever get off this island. But what I do know is I’d like you to be in it. No matter where we end up.His body tensed as if Medusa herself had frozen him. I want you, Estelle.
I know. My voice thickened. I want you, too.
So you don’t want to run?Soot was efficient. No sniffing around. No investigating what scents were on the wind or the bushes or the browning grass.
Another good sign as far as she was concerned. If anyone was around, she had to believe he’d notice.Back in the house. Back with the locked door. Back on with the alarm.
She kept the gun with her as she considered going upstairs to bed. In the end, she stayed downstairs. She felt like if someone tried to get in, she’d hear them better.As she resumed her seat on the sofa, Soot did the same, and she put her hand on his warm flank, stroking his short, smooth fur. When he let out a deep sigh of relaxation, she envied him.