He pushed her back against the tree, pressed the length of his body against hers, and Jack had the wild thought he would tear off all her clothes and take her right then and there, in the open.
But then he broke away, panting, his expression tortured. “Stay here,” he commanded, taking a step back, then another. “Stay inside.”
Jack couldn’t speak. She was too overwhelmed. Too ambivalent. She didn’t trust what would come out of her mouth. “Promise me, Jacqueline. Please. I have to go. There’s something I have to do, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. I swear I’ll tell you everything, you can ask me any question you want. But if I can’t be sure you’re going to be safe in the meantime, I won’t be able to . . . I won’t be able . . .”
More of Morgan’s words came back to haunt her, and a chill
