than claiming. But the fire his lips ignited burned to her toes.
She couldnât let herself want this. She couldnât let herself take that step to the edge. Placing her hands against his chest, she pushed him away. âIâm sorry. I canât do this.â
His eyes burned into her, fanning the fire. âIâm sorry. I was out of line.â But he didnât look as though he thought he was out of line. He looked as though he wanted to kiss her again.
Trembles moved through her like water boiling under her skin. She could say she didnât want to seehim, didnât want to be around him, and for Godâs sake, didnât want to kiss him. But sheâd be lying on all three counts. And sheâd bet he could see straight through those lies. âItâs not a good time.â He couldnât argue with that.
He nodded as if accepting her answer. âI hope there will be a good time. Someday.â
She did, too. But she couldnât tell him that. She could hardly admit it to herself. Not that hope would change anything. No matter what she wanted, no matter what he promised, she knew how things would turn out. And she couldnât let herself take that leap off the cliff when she knew too well how painful it was to land on those jagged rocks below.
âI need some time by myself. Itâs very late and Iâm tired andâ¦â She trailed off. She could see in his eyes that he knew what she was saying. That she didnât need sleep as much as she wanted to escape him.
But this time he didnât argue. He didnât point out their deal. This time he merely nodded and started walking in the direction of the BMW. âIâll drop you off at the hotel.â
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T HE HOTEL PHONE jangled Sylvie from a dead sleep. She bolted upright in bed. Where was she? What time was it? Who could be calling? The details of the day before hit her along with the second ring. Heartpounding, she grabbed the phone in sweat-slicked hands and held it to her ear. âHello?â
âMs. Hayes?â A deep voice, calm. Not Bryce. Not Perreth.
âWho is this?â
âCharles Rowe. Iâm a resident at the hospital.â
Sylvieâs heart tripped into double time. âReed? Is he okay?â
âMr. McCaskey? Actually, yes. Heâs asking for you.â
âHeâs awake?â
âHe insisted I call. Iâm sorry itâs so early, but he said it was urgent.â
She glanced at the clock: 4:00 a.m. It wasnât even dawn yet. But that didnât matter. Reed was awake. He was going to be okay. And she could talk to him. âTell him Iâll be right there.â
âHeâll be happy to hear it.â
Sylvie didnât wait for goodbyes. She dropped the phone in the cradle, untangled her legs from the sheets and raced into the bathroom.
She ripped off the Chicago Bears T-shirt sheâd been sleeping in and slipped on a bra, jeans and a sweater. After brushing her teeth and shoving her feet into a pair of boots, she grabbed her jacket and was out the door.
Outside the hotel, the city was still dark. The streets stretched quiet under the streetlightsâ glow.Only an occasional car drove by. She hadnât thought about how she was going to get to the hospital. She glanced back at the hotel lobby. It would take time to call a cab. Time she didnât want to waste.
Of course, she could call Bryce.
She shook her head. As tired as sheâd been when he dropped her off at the hotel, she hadnât been able to fall asleep for more than a hour. Instead sheâd stared at the ceiling and tried to untangle her feelings. She hadnât succeeded. If anything, sheâd felt more tempted to fling herself off the emotional cliff and more afraid he wouldnât be there to catch her if she did.
The roar of an engine saved her from her thoughts. A block away, a Madison Metro bus lumbered toward her. A bus. Perfect. She dashed the
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