Chapter 12
Amelia was shocked. To call it a small word felt like a colossal understatement of her current condition. Her mind, usually a sharp, buzzing hive of thoughts and plans, had gone utterly still, a frozen landscape under a sudden, bewildering snowfall.
Austin raised his hand. The movement was slow, deliberate, and held an unnerving, almost terrifying familiarity. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. She watched, completely paralyzed, as his fingers approached, then finally settled on her soft, supple cheek.
The warmth of his touch was like an electric current, a jolt that should have broken the spell but instead only deepened the trance. His thumb moved gently, tracing the curve of her cheekbone, a ghost of a caress that stirred up a maelstrom of memo
