Twenty-two
“Here we are.” Luke shut the motor off and looked at Matt, then down at Dani who’d slept against Matt’s side. “I’ll go open up while you wake Louise.”
Matt nodded. Each breath she took was like Chinese water torture against his resolve. He was only human, all too only human. Lucky for him, falling asleep was such a good deterrent. Unlucky for him he had to wake her up.
He brushed her shoulder. “We’re here.”
Her struggle up through layers of exhaustion was painful to watch. She was too tired. How could she do this? How could she face down Hayes like this?
The lashes making half moons against her white cheeks fluttered, then lifted. Her eyes were green and foggy, bedroom eyes, that they reached deep into his gut and pressed all the wrong buttons. He swallowed, his throat dry.
