Page 85 of Rescued Hearts

“Trust me?”

“I do trust you,” she responded without a beat of hesitation. “It’s just that I can’t see anything and I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Good thing I’m driving.” She heard the smile resonating in his deep voice.

They drove along for several more minutes of comfortable silence. With Gray, everything was comfortable. She would put her life in his hands the same way she gave him her heart.

For the past five nights since that terrifying ordeal, he stayed with Honor. While Felicity scoffed at having security measures around the house since Sully was behind bars, she had looked very relieved when Gray insisted on staying. And Honor had to admit that she felt safer too.

The van bumped over the country roads that Honor couldn’t see. They’d just picked up her vehicle from the police station after the cops performed a thorough investigation and confiscated thirteen diamonds amounting to a small fortune. No wonder Sully’s partner beat him to a pulp.

The hum of the engine was familiar to her…and so were Gray’s callused fingers that she stroked and explored the entire way to…wherever they were headed.

“All right! I need a clue,” she wheedled.

He chuckled. “Main Street.”

She snapped her mouth shut at his claim, racking her brain for where he might be taking her. “Oh! We’re going to the coffee shop where we first met!”

“Nope.”

“The post office where we bumped into each other again?”

He laughed again, a rough tone that sent shivers through her belly and down between her thighs.

“The restaurant parking lot where we first made out?”

“Hold on. I’m turning around. That sounds like a damn good idea.”

“Gray!”

He squeezed her fingers. “If anyone had told me I’d fall for the annoying woman at the coffee shop, I would have called them a liar.”

“And here I thought you were a sweet boyfriend.”

He issued a low grunt of amusement mixed with something else. Something like a stronger emotion.

When the van stopped, he circled the vehicle and opened her door. With both of her hands clutched tight in his, he guided her to the sidewalk.

“Can I take off the blindfold now?”

“Not yet. I want to get you to the right place.”

Butterflies of excitement swirled through her chest. After only a few steps, he stopped and took her by the shoulders, twisting her in a new direction.

“Now?”

“Now.”

She peeled the blindfold downward, letting it loop around her neck, and blinked to focus her eyes.

What was she looking at? The front of a building, a big display window…and a striped awning over the door.

Gone was the peeling green paint, the window coated in grime.

“The shop on the corner,” she said softly, trying to puzzle out why he brought her here. “The one that was for rent.”

“It’s not for rent anymore.”

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