Chapter 4
Oliver ran his fingers up and down Rachel’s spine as they stood, the noise of the restaurant around them. She checked the table like she might have forgotten something, though she already had her pocketbook. “Are you ready, Rachel?”
“Where are we going?” She lifted her face, looking at him with her big green eyes.
He was tempted to play with her zipper on the back of her dress and whisper how he’d take her in bed tonight. That time he’d flown her to Australia and they were alone in the Outback in the jeep he’d rented for the adventure flashed in his mind.
Blocked by the weeks in prison, worry for his parents, and concern for his brothers who had been in the next cells.
If he touched Rachel, did he condemn her to some horrible future that was possibly worse than prison? A sce
