Chapter 81
He heard the hinges creak rather than saw the door push open again. There was a sharp intake of breath, but as he struggled to open his eyes, something tickled at his bare chest.
Something warm. Something soft.
“Oh, my God…oh, Jesse.”
There were two options, as far as Jesse could tell. He was hallucinating. Or Marcus had made good on his promise. His cloudy brain couldn’t make it make sense otherwise. And she was far too warm to be a dream. His heart slammed against his chest, and his blood roared in his ears. No, she can’t be. No, no, no. She can’t. Don’t do this. No. Please, please, please…
“No, no, no. No. No. No.” His voice cracked, but he couldn’t stop his denials, or his pleas. 21
He hadn’t wanted to bring Emma along.