Before Grace hit the ground, Zach had her scooped in his arms. Ignoring the sense of belonging he felt with her there, he strode to a bench outside the building, then put her down. “Grace?"
Why the hell did she almost faint anytime he touched her? His heart sped up double time. Her scent wafted into his nostrils and charged up his libido. He could see her helpless and spent underneath him and the idea held appeal to him.
He shook his head. What was wrong with him? More importantly, what was wrong with Grace?
She sat up without his help and her color returned to her cheeks. He didn't think she went completely unconscious, though she'd been limp in his arms. Relief washed over him.
“Grace?"
For such a busy parking lot, no one bothered to stop.
Until one of the secretaries walked by.
