Chapter 23: SalvationIt was late in the evening when I heard the soft knock at the door and went to pull it open.
Conal stood in the doorway, as tall and muscular as I remembered, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, his dark hair a wild mane around his attractive face. He looked down at me, his dark eyes softening. “Charlotte.”
For a long moment, I stared at him, until my eyes welled with tears again. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me as I cried, whispering comforting words against my hair until I got my emotions under control. I pulled back, wiping the tears away with my fingers. “Come in.”
Conal released his grip and followed me into the tiny motel room. When I turned back, he was dwarfing the place with sheer size. “You really know how to pick a classy place, don't you?” he ann
