Chapter 17

Grace knew they needed to talk about what had happened. She needed to know what had happened to him in the past twenty-four hours, as she’d been imagining all sorts of terrible things. She only knew that Jaime had been arrested and that Adam had bailed him out. And now he was here, with her, and kissing her like it was the last time he’d ever see her.

She didn’t want this to be the end. So she clung to him, like she was ivy encircling him, the stoic oak tree who could shelter her from the harshest elements.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom. Jaime picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the living room couch. He sat down with her with her in his lap, and she could feel his hardness through their dual layer of jeans. She ran her fingers through his hair; his day’s worth of stubble scratched at her cheeks and lips, but she didn’t care.

His hands trailed up her belly. She gasped as his fingers cupped her breast through her bra. Still kissing her, t