In this crazy mix of events spiraling out of control, the one constant, the reason she managed to hold on to her sanity, had been Corin. She hadn’t forgotten what he said he’d do at the end of three days. How could she? But the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, his hesitation…all of it conspired against her. If she were truly meant to die soon, she wouldn’t go down without a fight, but she sure as hell was going to enjoy her last days on earth. That meant at least one intense time with him. “Me?” He looked stunned. “Then why did you run?” “I’m going to run again, Corin. I have to.” His head dipped in a curt nod, as if he understood. She hoped to God he did, because her will to live had to override any mounting desires. It was stronger than her need to be with him. “You know I’ll have to stop you.” “I do. But I have to try.” He unsnapped the button on her waistband. Looked into her eyes as he pulled down the zipper beneath. “Before you do…”
