Daylight found Lash and Naomi sitting in the car in front of Welita’s house. Lash replayed the experience of having Naomi’s body pressed against his bare chest over and over again—how her body fit into his, the feel of her heartbeat, her soft hair as it brushed against him. He closed his eyes and replayed the memory of the last few minutes they’d had with each other before facing reality. One, Sal, the shooter, wanted her dead. Two, their time together was almost over. He pushed the thought aside, needing to focus on her safety first. He had to get her to New Mexico, and the fastest way to do it was to catch the next flight out. “We need to get your things packed. There’s a safe house in New Mexico. You’ll be safe there.”
Her eyes were raw with an emotion that made him want to forget his
