After confessing, Wyatt Larson was taken away by the police.
Lila Cross carefully shifted her body.
The man's scorching palm still burned against the skin of her waist.
Earlier, all her attention had been on the police and Wyatt Larson—she hadn't realized how intimate her posture with Adrian Quinn was.
Now, only the two of them remained in the hospital room.
The air was thick with intimacy; the lighting, soft and warm.
They were so close they could feel each other's breathing rhythm.
She rarely got this close to anyone. It made her uncomfortable.
But the moment she moved, he moved too.
That broad palm still burned her skin, turning her face crimson.
After a pause, she bit her lip. "Mr. Quinn, everyone's gone. We don't need to stay like this, right?"
Earlier, when she sweetly cal
