Chapter 31

Close to him like this, their bodies molded together from shoulder to thigh, Hannah knew that she had never been so aware of a man before in her life. Bone-meltingly, pulse-racingly, cheek-burningly aware of Myles Leland with every part of her, her senses singing, from the top of her head to the tips of her tingling toes. Every moment made her more aware of him next to her, so strongly that she felt like they were one.

His cast rubbed against her arm roughly, bringing reality back with a vengeance. She drew back, mortified that she'd brought her dream into consciousness. She rubbed her arms, still feeling his touch, taking huge gulps of air into her lungs, still too shocked to say anything after being taken so much by surprise by the fierceness of his-- their passion. Her response to Myles' kiss had come as a complete shock to her.

She knew many women who thought of him as ruggedly handsome, and she could see it somewhat, in that harshly autocratic way, but hardly her type. And she knew too well that he could never want someone like her. Yet, held so tightly against him, pressed to the hardness of his body, their differences in age, experience, hadn't seemed to matter. In fact, she hadn't given them a thought!

"Myles, I'm--"

"I am so sorry, Han--"

They spoke at the same time, and broke each other's train of thought. Hannah struggled to think of something to get her mind off kissing him again as she scrambled blindly towards the other bed. She couldn't figure out why she was reacting to Myles this way. From what Tara had told her about the women he dated, she knew she wasn't his type.

Hannah had only dated a little and high school and college before she met Chris. She'd been so confident that she'd found her soul mate. However, she soon found that he was someone who took things too serious and ran from commitment.

When she go involved again – if she got involved again – she promised herself it would be someone who was willing to have a little fun. Hannah had only known Myles for a short time but he was too close to Chris in personality and behavior. I'll never put myself through that again, she vowed.

"Hannah, I'm sorry," Myles repeated, gaining her attention as he shifted painfully on the bed. She wanted to go to him but was afraid of the emotions touching him might bring back.

She had to think of something to get her mind off kissing him again. The case! Hannah remembered as she labored to take a calming breath. Before she could form the words she was thinking, the bedroom door opened and she sighed with relief.

"We've got visitors," Ruth's distinctive voice interjected worriedly from the doorway.

"What?" Myles snapped, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor as he moved to the window as fast as his injuries permitted. "How did they find us so quickly?" he wondered aloud as Hannah felt her way to his side wondering who he saw outside.