Sitting behind him, propped on pillows and covered with a soft mohair blanket, she watched Christian in the rear-view mirror until his eyes meshed with hers. She flicked her gaze away, embarrassed to be caught inspecting him. He drove his big silver Mercedes at an uncharacteristic crawl, being careful not to jar her bruised body. “Okay?” he asked, gliding slowly around a corner. “Fine.” She sneaked another peek at his mouth. A wide mouth with sharply defined edges. Just below a long straight nose. Just above a very determined chin. A mouth that needed rescuing from its recent rather grim and sorrowful expression. She had plenty of ideas on how to do that but she wasn’t the right person to do it, no matter how much she might yearn to be. “I’ve never been so well looked after in my life,” she added, feeling something else was called for. He grunted, and she stifled a smile. “You’re going straight to bed,” he added, catching her eye in the mirror again. “I’ve had enough bed lately.
