"Don't doubt that for a minute. Before, he didn't know how things were between you and me, Molly. He does now. He'll respect it." "How can you be sure?" "I'm his big brother," he said simply. "You've got to trust me on this. You have to. Please, trust me." Though deep inside a frightened voice warned her against it, Molly nodded and let him pull her into his arms. Chapter Thirty-Four The knocking on the door joined in Tess's mind with the desperate thud of her footfalls on the packed and dusty trail. The sound had a menace that she couldn't outrun and it grew louder and louder until it jerked her into awareness with a gasp. She looked around, fighting her disorientation. She was sitting on the floor, still in Tori's house. Not in Adams arms. Not walking the endless miles. Not Molly. She glanced at her watch. The hands on it had barely moved, yet it felt that too much time had passed. The knock came again, insistent now. She rose and shuffled toward the front window, cautiously pulling back the thin curtains to see outside.
