His face was set, his expression intense, and he didn’t say a word, other than a curt “Wait,” before he left her in the car and went into a motel office. He came out of it again a few minutes later, and was pulling around into a parking spot near a corner unit. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling the key from the ignition and opening the door. “Will. Could you—” “Could I what?” “Could you talk to me? Please? I’m getting—” She stopped, then started again. “I’m getting really nervous.” She tried to laugh, but couldn’t. “You seem so…different. What are you planning to do here?” “Aw, baby.” He leaned across, cupped her cheek in his hand, and kissed her, long and deep, and she was melting against the seat, her hand going to the back of his strong neck, caressing him there. He pulled back at last and smiled at her.
