Page 11 of Healed Heart
I bite my lip.“Ralph mentioned it.”
He raises an eyebrow.“Ralph?”
“From anatomy lab.He’s Elijah’s lab partner.”
“How would he know about HR?”Jason asks.
“I don’t know.I was heading toward your office this morning, and he was coming the other way.”
He narrows his eyes.“What exactly did he say to you?”
“That you were escorted away from your office by a man and a woman.”
He blinks.“He used the wordescorted?”
“Yeah.I thought it was weird too.My first thought was—” I stop abruptly.
He stares me down.“Your first thought waswhat, Angie?”
I sigh.“That it was security.Or the police or something.”
“Why would—” This time he stops.
“What?”
“Fuck.”He rakes his fingers through his hair.“Fuck it all.”
Then he grabs me and kisses me.
Hard.
ChapterFour
Jason
My head is spinning, my thoughts a fucked-up mass of confusion and despair.The feel of Angie, the taste of her, does nothing to subdue my unease.Instead, it only amplifies it—makes everything more real, more desperate.
Which only fuels my need for her.
I deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with hers.
She tastes like sunshine and something that’s uniquely hers.I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, desperately needing to feel the warmth of her body against mine.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss…until she breaks away to inhale a sharp breath.
“Jason,” she whispers.
The sound of my name on her lips sends me reeling, and my need grows, blooms.
I press my lips to hers again, losing myself in her.She clutches at my shirt, first pushing but then pulling, bringing us even closer.
God, I could so easily lose myself completely in her body, in her soul.
But reality is a harsh anchor.
HR.
Lindsay.
