Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves 1) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The first thing that Sarah was fully aware of was a tiny pin-prick of light, smack in the middle of a whole lot of darkness. She focused on that light, wondering what it was, why it seemed so far away. It came to her that she hadn’t actually seen light for what seemed like a very long time, and the urge to move closer to the small white flame grew inside of her. She fought against the hands holding her down and immobile; she struggled hard. It would be so easy to just stay here in this world made of pillows, she knew, but she somehow also knew that it would be a mistake to keep sinking into it. It was too soft, too warm. A trap.The light was expanding now, spreading. She tried to reach for it.“Sarah?”A voice came out of the darkness, startling her. She’d thought she was all alone here.“Sarah? Oh, God, honey. Move your hand again, OK?” Fingers on her cheek. “Please?”Her Mom was here. She redoubled her efforts to move, to open her eyes, to say something. A small moan escaped her l

Just over four hours later, Jax ran – quite literally ran, and flat-out – down the hall to Sarah’s room. Mac was waiting outside, and Jax skidded to a halt, panting.“She’s OK?”Mac nodded. “Mostly.”“What’s that mean?”“The right side of her lower body’s pretty numb and non-responsive in terms of reflexes, so she’ll need some intensive physical therapy. She’ll have to relearn how to walk, most probably, and those muscles will need some time to strengthen.”“No problem,” Jax said; all he cared about was that she was awake. “I’ll pay for the best private physical therapist in the state to take Sarah on as a client.” He moved to open the door to Sarah’s room, but Mac stopped him.“One more thing, man.”“OK. What?”“She’s having some trouble with her memory.”“No big shock there, huh? The woman did have her head beaten in two weeks ago.”“I know. Right now, she has no memory of the attack, at all.”“Well, that’s good.”“Maybe. But she’s also struggling to remember some other things. Thin

Six weeks laterJax held the heavy door at Curves for Sarah, watched her carefully as she limped through. The private and intensive physical therapy sessions were doing her a world of good, and here was the result: his girl was walking on her own. Slow, a bit shaky… but on her own two feet. Aidan saw them come in, and practically leapt over the bar at them. He watched Sarah approach, his eyes glowing at her. “Hey, Red.”“Hey.” She smiled at him. “How’s it going?”“Oh, awesome. You know me.”“Uh-huh.”He opened his arms to her, and she walked into them. He enfolded her gently, still not totally able to believe that she was here, and warm, and talking. Aidan had always assumed that a coma was a death sentence in slow-motion – that had been his experience, anyway – and the fact that Sarah had returned from that shadow world seemed to him to be nothing less than a miracle.He held her away from him, really took her in. She looked tired, but tough and focused. Jax said that she was workin

“Hi.” To her relief, her voice was steady and measured, but under the table, she clutched her cell phone hard enough to make her worry about cracking it. “It’s nice to meet you.”“You too.” He peeled off his jacket as he sat beside her, exposing tattoos running the length of his massive arms, and she practically climbed the wall to give him enough space on their side of the booth. Now that he was right next to her, she was very aware that this man was too much – much too much. She’d been prepared to admire him from across the room as he drank beer with some friends. Having him mere inches away from her was not what she’d been expecting, and it was scaring the life out of her.“So.” She cleared her throat a bit. “Jax and Sarah were just saying that you’re also interested in the art program that I run for adults with autism?”“Yeah.” King’s voice was all morning-after sexy, even though it was late afternoon, and she idly wondered just how sexy he’d sound in the morning. “I like what you

For the past week or so, they’d been talking about making love, but Jax was actually the one hesitating. He was worried about how Sarah might react, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her. It was fucking killing him to be so close to her every night and not run his tongue over every inch of her curves, but he was determined to take it slow. They’d had lots to work through over the past six weeks, anyway, and sex would have just been a distraction. By far, the hardest conversation had been when Jax told Sarah about what went on behind the scenes at King’s Garage. He had admitted to hiring Honey and Tank, and he’d confessed his deepest, darkest intentions about hurting Dave. He didn’t hold back from her at all, didn’t spare himself her anger, and he'd told her the whole truth. He'd told her that if she’d died, his intention had been to kill Dave. She’d been horrified and shocked, and had retreated from him for over a week. No calls, no communication at all. Jax had been sur