Two minutes felt like an eternity.
I counted to 120 in my head, then stood on shaky legs. Grabbed my purse for appearance's sake—just a woman heading to the bathroom, nothing suspicious—and walked down the aisle.
The back lavatory's occupied sign glowed red.
I knocked twice.
The door opened immediately. Carter's hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me inside roughly.
The space was tiny. Barely room for one person, let alone two. I was slammed against him instantly, chest to chest, his back against the sink.
He locked the door behind me with a decisive click.
"Hi," he said, and his smile was pure trouble — dark and hungry.
"Hi yourself." My hands were shaking with adrenaline and need. "I can't believe I'm doing this.
"Before I could say another word, Carter grabbed my face w
