Chapter 42

In other words, turn her back to him. Knowing she only had seconds to decide, Morgan scrambled through her thoughts. What would he do? He wouldn’t hurt her. Jack had protected her when her sicko had started shooting. He’d managed to sneak her out of Lafayette in one piece, but—

“My patience is wearing thin,” he barked. “Turn around.”

The demanding growl startled her. He meant it. Now.

With a last lingering glance at him, one she knew held all her uncertainty and anxiety, Morgan complied.

“Sit back on your heels.” His voice drifted closer, punctuated by the military precision of his footsteps on the hardwood floor.

The stern note in Jack’s voice was something Morgan couldn’t overlook. She didn’t dare ignore him or hesitate.

Once she’d sat back on her heels, Jack trailed a gentle fingertip over the slope of one shoulder, as if petting her in reward. She gasped. The feathery touch startled—and enflamed. A line of fire blazed behind that simple caress