Chapter Eleven
This was all a mistake. There should be some way of taking it back. But he couldn’t find the words to stop her, even as he knew in his heart this was the right thing to do. He’d vowed long ago that he would never commit to just one woman, and he certainly wouldn’t change that vow for a human.
Jordan had wept; her eyes were reddened, her nose slightly puffy. Even so, she was almost heartbreakingly beautiful as she came back down the stairs, heavy backpack on her shoulders, hair tied out of the way so he could clearly see the smooth oval of her face, the determined little chin.
And now he had her in his arms again — not to embrace her, as he probably should, but to carry her away from his home to a place near the perimeter of Los Alamos land. Actually, that border was now a
