“Where are we going?” he asked, settling back into his seat.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice small.
He swallowed thickly, and then with careful movements, he held out his hand. It shook slightly, but only for a second. “Come here, Indigo Girl.”
29
ADAIR
My hand engulfed Ireland’s, and I was in full-blown tachycardia. Moderate on the way to severe.
Had to be.
In one swift motion, she climbed over the middle console and dropped softly onto my lap.
I’d been fully prepared to play it off as an offer for a sad little side hug, but instead, I gother.
In my lap.
Lavender washed over me as her warmth settled against me, and I was dizzy with it.
Literally dizzy.
“Adair.” It was barely a whisper. “Open your eyes.”
They were closed?
Flexing my hands, I gasped at what I discovered. My left hand was draped across her lap, still holding her hand. My right was braced on her hip, finding a spot there without my permission as her lower back settled against my forearm.
Soft fingertips brushed my cheek, and my eyes flew open.
She was there.
Rightthere.
With her back facing the door and her toned legs arranged across the middle console, crossed at the ankle in the driver’s seat, Ireland’s blue eyes were inches from me.
“Is this okay?” she asked quietly.
Some mixture of a laugh and a ragged exhale escaped me. “Yes.”
A slight furrow creased her forehead as she looked down at my chest and pressed her hand over my heart.
“Palpitations,” I explained. “Brief dizziness, but that’s gone. For now.” I inhaled deeply, my body shuddering at her nearness. “Alert and….” My shaky words trailed off and my gaze trailed over her body again. “Oriented.”
She said nothing, and my God, how I wished I could do the same, but the rambling just kept on.
“Somewhere around 150, if I had to guess.”
Her gaze flicked back to mine. “What is?”
“My heart rate.”
She pressed her hand against my scrubs again, a frown of concentration on her face as she listened intently for several thumping beats.
“You do that,” I whispered. “You do that to me.”
Her brow furrowed again, her lips parting. “Why?”
