Knowing she was a poor liar under pressure kept him from telling her the truth. He remembered far too many occasions as kids when they had formulated a story to stay out of trouble with their parents and she had blown it within seconds.

Let her go." Kyle implored just above a whisper, not wanting her to hear. "She doesn't even know what's going on. I haven't told her anything. Whatever you want, you can get it from me." Deep down he knew his request would be quickly brushed off. Sheer desperation and a loss for anything else to do pushed him to at least try. As he suspected, Alex Rodriguez spoke, confirming their fate. "Nobody is leaving here Mr. Winters. Especially not her.

Something told her to get off the plane and come after him. At the time she thought that something was the need to get one last kiss. But now it looked a lot like it was some unexplained intuition that was telling her he was in deep shit.

Looking at his bare chest and perfectly chiseled abs did not settle the twist in her gut or the flutter of her heart at her recent acceptance that she still loved the man. One kiss and it all came back, washing over her in an overwhelming wave.

I had to leave before all those great times we had turned to shit. In my world good things don't last. And great things, things like what we had, sure as hell don't. I was saving us both from a lot of heartache down the road.

Do you even know where we are?" She asked after the sky began to darken. "Yes." He grumbled; annoyed at her lack of faith in him as well as the fact that he wasn't so sure he did know where they were anymore. But he sure as hell didn’t want to admit it.

I thought you were mad at me." She whispered, looking intently in his eyes before briefly glancing at his lips. “I was." He admitted. "But no matter how mad I am I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Now let’s get out of here. It’s freezing.

You better not hurt my sister, Kyle.” James finally added. “I’m not. I promise.” “Good. We’re friends and all but…if you hurt her, I would have to kick your ass.

She was like a drug and he was letting her get back in his system just by standing there with her.