Page 162 of Her Reluctant Hero
She merely shifted her weight to look up at him. “Your arm.”
Which she’d inspected last night when they’d come out of the water. Yes, the area along the stitches was red and hurt like the devil, but driving wouldn’t kill him.
“I swam yesterday and made love to you last night, twice.” He couldn’t even force a playful tone into his voice as long as he was considering ditching her in Belize City. “I can handle driving.” Because, God help him, he couldn’t sit still while she drove for hours. He’d find a way to talk himself out of sending her home.
She stepped back, her brow furrowed in silent concern, but she let him have his way.
She didn’t say much once they were on the road either, and he couldn’t think of anything to talk about that wasn’t about Robert or the site. Most of the ride passed in tense silence.
The Land Cruiser got stuck in the mud three times, so they were filthy when they got to town. They rented a cheap hotel room this time, just long enough for both of them to shower and change. Adrian didn’t even look at the bed, already resigned to the fact that he’d made love to Mallory for the last time. There would be no coming back from this, but she would be alive, and that was all that mattered.
Adrian insisted on going to the bank first. The joint account Adrian shared with Dr. Vigil made the transaction simple. Once that was done, Mallory was ready to go to the police.
Time to pick the fight that would send her home. Shouldn’t be hard. He’d just revert to the asshole who’d chased her away three years ago.
