FORTY-THREE
Gravel grated under the tyres, startling me from sleep. I peeled my tongue from the roof of my mouth as I twisted my neck to ease the kinks out of it. How long had I slept?
Nathan’s hand touched my shoulder. “Angel? We’re here. This is the guesthouse.”
I pried my eyes open and was surprised to find that he was telling the truth. Nathan wouldn’t have kidn*pped me again, I scolded myself. He’s a good man and one of the few I trust. I was safer with him than with anyone else I knew. I just needed to get used to trusting someone again.
His eyes told me he knew about my doubts, though not the reassurances I banished them with.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek, but he pulled away before I could take it any further. Annoyed but understanding, I also got out of the car and stre
