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had always been way down on her list of favorite things to do, right before going to the dentist and right after cleaning the bathroom.
“We’d better hope they think we died in the crash. That’s probably our only chance of getting out of Bella Isla in one piece, other than in a pine box.”
“A pine box? You don’t think we’ll make it out alive!”
Slade muttered something under his breath, cupped the back of her neck and brought her flat against his chest. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” He pulled back, captured her face between his hands, and tilted her head back to force her to look him straight in the eye. “I promise you we’ll get out of this somehow.”
“Not in a pine box?”
“Not if I have a breath left in me.”
His thumb rubbed gently over the smooth planes of her face, and Ellie felt all her taut muscles relax as though his touch were slowly drugging her. She had to admit it was nice to have a man take care of her for a change. And strangely she felt Slade would get them out of Bella Isla in one piece. He had an air of strength and determination about him that could be a potent combination in the face of danger. Again she wondered where he had learned to be so capable in unusual situations.
As he continued to caress her face, she wanted to close her eyes and give in to the melting sensations he was creating in her. She knew it wasn’t a particularly wise thing to do, but sometimes it was nice just to feel, not think about the future.
Her eyelids began to slide close, her body leaning into him even more, when Slade murmured into her ear, “Am I forgiven?”
She opened her eyes. “For what?”
“For getting you into something I’m sure you didn’t bargain for when you sat down at my table last night.”
Ellie remembered King Kong and Godzilla, both knocked out and tied up in Slade’s hotel room. She had been responsible for that, not him. She had brought danger to his doorsteps, not the reverse. “Yes, of course,” she answered, pulling back so he was no longer touching her.
Quickly she moved a safe distance from him and just as quickly decided a safe distance would be halfway across the Caribbean. Maybe. The air between them continued to pulse heatedly with their emotions. Ellie was determined to get hers under control, because they would only complicate a situation that was already complicated enough. Her first priority had to be getting off the island alive.
However, she couldn’t help but feel like the time she had been riding on a runaway horse, galloping over rough terrain and desperately trying to control the animal enough to stop him. Finally, the horse had come to an abrupt halt on his own. This time she couldn’t wait for the horse to stop on his own; somehow she sensed it would be much more difficult to halt her runaway emotions than a crazed animal.
“You know, this reminds me of the time I went to see Aunt Molly in Maine,” she began as she pulled herself together.
Grinning, Slade sat back on his haunches with his arms folded across his chest. “Now, let me guess the connection.” He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “I know! Maine has pine trees and you thought about that when we talked about a pine box.”
“Why would I do that?” With a frown creasing her brow, she shook her head. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
“No, so why does it remind you of Aunt Molly?”
“When my aunt and I went blueberry picking, I came back with more dust and dirt on me than was in the field. Just look at me! I’m a sight! I’m not in to the earthy look.” She gestured at her body and immediately regretted drawing attention to her figure.
His gaze flared as it skimmed over her, taking in the fact that her skirt revealed more of her legs than it hid. She quickly shoved the material down to conceal as much of her body as possible.
Ellie decided clear to the United States wouldn’t be a safe enough distance for her. “I mean
“We’d better hope they think we died in the crash. That’s probably our only chance of getting out of Bella Isla in one piece, other than in a pine box.”
“A pine box? You don’t think we’ll make it out alive!”
Slade muttered something under his breath, cupped the back of her neck and brought her flat against his chest. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” He pulled back, captured her face between his hands, and tilted her head back to force her to look him straight in the eye. “I promise you we’ll get out of this somehow.”
“Not in a pine box?”
“Not if I have a breath left in me.”
His thumb rubbed gently over the smooth planes of her face, and Ellie felt all her taut muscles relax as though his touch were slowly drugging her. She had to admit it was nice to have a man take care of her for a change. And strangely she felt Slade would get them out of Bella Isla in one piece. He had an air of strength and determination about him that could be a potent combination in the face of danger. Again she wondered where he had learned to be so capable in unusual situations.
As he continued to caress her face, she wanted to close her eyes and give in to the melting sensations he was creating in her. She knew it wasn’t a particularly wise thing to do, but sometimes it was nice just to feel, not think about the future.
Her eyelids began to slide close, her body leaning into him even more, when Slade murmured into her ear, “Am I forgiven?”
She opened her eyes. “For what?”
“For getting you into something I’m sure you didn’t bargain for when you sat down at my table last night.”
Ellie remembered King Kong and Godzilla, both knocked out and tied up in Slade’s hotel room. She had been responsible for that, not him. She had brought danger to his doorsteps, not the reverse. “Yes, of course,” she answered, pulling back so he was no longer touching her.
Quickly she moved a safe distance from him and just as quickly decided a safe distance would be halfway across the Caribbean. Maybe. The air between them continued to pulse heatedly with their emotions. Ellie was determined to get hers under control, because they would only complicate a situation that was already complicated enough. Her first priority had to be getting off the island alive.
However, she couldn’t help but feel like the time she had been riding on a runaway horse, galloping over rough terrain and desperately trying to control the animal enough to stop him. Finally, the horse had come to an abrupt halt on his own. This time she couldn’t wait for the horse to stop on his own; somehow she sensed it would be much more difficult to halt her runaway emotions than a crazed animal.
“You know, this reminds me of the time I went to see Aunt Molly in Maine,” she began as she pulled herself together.
Grinning, Slade sat back on his haunches with his arms folded across his chest. “Now, let me guess the connection.” He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “I know! Maine has pine trees and you thought about that when we talked about a pine box.”
“Why would I do that?” With a frown creasing her brow, she shook her head. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
“No, so why does it remind you of Aunt Molly?”
“When my aunt and I went blueberry picking, I came back with more dust and dirt on me than was in the field. Just look at me! I’m a sight! I’m not in to the earthy look.” She gestured at her body and immediately regretted drawing attention to her figure.
His gaze flared as it skimmed over her, taking in the fact that her skirt revealed more of her legs than it hid. She quickly shoved the material down to conceal as much of her body as possible.
Ellie decided clear to the United States wouldn’t be a safe enough distance for her. “I mean
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