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Things will go back to whatever they were before. The way it’s supposed to be.
I lift his hand, easing myself from under his arm. I shuffle to the edge of the bed, ready to slip out and back to my own room.
“Stop.”
His husky voice makes me freeze.
“Ava?”
The edge in his tone sends my heart racing.
He pulls me back against him and rolls me beneath him, making my breath hitch.
“You need more convincing, don’t you?” he asks softly, positioning himself between my thighs.
One hand encases my cheek as the other lifts my hip, placing my body where he wants it.
“You think I’m going to leave?” He lifts his chin as my thighs widen around his hips on instinct, inviting him closer. “You think you have to be scared of being alone?”
He looks into my eyes so deeply that I have to blink back the sting prickling at their corners.
“I’m here, Ava,” he breathes, when I shake my head.
“I…” My lower lip shakes as he presses soft kisses along my jaw.
“I’m here,” he rasps against my neck, sending goosebumps racing over my flesh. “You’re not alone.”
A whimper escapes my throat.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “You’re safe.”
Chapter 22
Jet
James Callaghan: Let’s talk.
I place my phoneon the table. It’s 7AM. Callaghan’s up to something. Last night, he told me he wasn’t interested in a deal, yet now he suddenly wants to talk?
Turning my attention back to my laptop screen, large, trusting blue eyes shine back at me from the article.
“Jesus,” I mutter, pushing my finger and thumb into my eye sockets.
Ava pads up behind me in just a silk robe before I have a chance to minimize the article. “Jet, what are you—?”
“Nothing.”
She places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from closing the laptop. “It’s okay. I’ve seen it before.”
Deep lines etch into her forehead as she stares at the headline of the news article.
“Forest Girl– The thirteen-year-old, assumed dead, was found barely alive three days after the fatal plane crash that killed her father and the pilot.”
The picture accompanying it must be from before the crash. Ava’s grinning, her auburn hair flowing around her shoulders as she stands between a man and woman with matching smiles.
“Mum and Dad,” she explains as I close down the laptop.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me looking at that. It was thoughtless of me.”
