“I will transfer the money to you.”
He had sacrificed it for her, ripping it apart to help stop her bleeding. She remembered the scent of the fabric, the warmth of his hand as he pressed it against her wound.
But no sooner had the message been sent than her world jerked violently.
The car veered suddenly.
Elena’s body slammed sideways, her phone sailing from her hand.
Before instinct even caught up, she found herself flung not against the seat, but into the hard, warm chest of the man beside her.
Dolphus.
She sucked in a sharp breath as her cheek grazed against his tailored shirt, the thrum of his heartbeat betraying no reaction. Strong arms steadied her without hesitation.
Her phone landed squarely in his lap.
Panic twisted in her chest.
She scrambled to pull away, hands fumblin
