And those eyes…brown and blue…
The light flashed off.
“A one-bed situation?” Nash repeated carefully. He opened the door.
“Um. You know. The motel only had one room left. One room, with one bed. And because of that, we have to share…” She was rambling as she followed him inside.
He shut the door behind her. Flipped the lock. “Do you want to share a bed with me?”
“I wasn’t talking about us, specifically. I was talking about things that happen in books and?—”
He turned on the lights. “Two beds.”
Illumination flooded the room, and she could see, yes, two beds. They appeared to be full-size beds. Maybe even queens.
“Didn’t realize you wanted to share a bed with me.” His deep, dark, sexy voice. “I could definitely have requested one king instead of two queens if I’d known.”
“No!” Okay. Way too loud. She tried to tone down her volume. “This is fine. Really. I’m sure your…girlfriend would not approve of a one-bed situation anyway.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
And I don’t have a fiancé anymore.
That did not mean they immediately jumped into one bed together. Nope, it did not. And if she hadn’t just been existing on adrenaline and desperation, Delaney would not even be having the thought. She was just at the end of her rope. That queen-size bed near her was looking far too tempting.
Delaney shrugged out of her borrowed coat and carefully placed it on the back of a nearby chair. The lone chair in the room. She ignored the threadbare carpeting and the humming that came constantly from the sputtering air conditioning system as she made her way to the bed. “I think I am going to crash, and…” Her eyes closed in mortification. “Oh, gosh, I should have said this before.” How could she have not said this before? Eyes opening, she turned toward him. “Thank you—Nash?”
Her words ended in a cry of surprise because he’d just pounced on her. For a big guy, he could certainly move quickly. He pulled her against him, and then his fingers dipped down her sides and…
“What are you doing?” Delaney gasped. Her hands swatted at him. “This is not a one-bed situation.” They’d covered that!
“You’re fucking bleeding.”
She glanced down at herself. Now she could see the dark red that marred her white dress. “Oh, right. That.”
“That? You were aware of that? Aware that you were bleeding, and you didn’t say anything to me?”
It wasn’t some massive amount of blood. But, yeah, it still didn’t look good. “We needed to escape. Saying something about the knife wound didn’t seem important at the time.”
“Knife…wound?”
Her gaze shot to his face because those words had just been low and exceedingly lethal.
“He took a knife to you?”
Delaney nodded. “I told you, Kurt was going to kill me.” She had told him that, hadn’t she? The exhaustion pulling at her made things a bit hazy. “I tried to escape but—Nash!” For the second time in like, two minutes, she cried out his name. This time, she’d cried it out in shock and surprise because he’d lifted her up and was currently carrying her toward the super tiny bathroom.
They crossed the threshold of the bathroom. He lowered her until her heels touched the tiled floor.
“Strip,” he ordered.
“Uh…”
“Delaney, take off the dress or I will rip it off you.”
Chapter Three
Delaney let out a dramatic gasp even as she swatted at his hands. “You would not.”
