Sean yanked Derrick to his feet, and Trina made a beeline for Keith, unsure of the reception she’d receive but desperate to tell him her feelings. Before she could get a word out, he caught her against him and kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth with the same desperation she felt. She kissed him back but pulled away quickly and cupped his face. The police would need to interview them. They’d be separated, like they were after the bombing, and she needed to tell him. Now. “I’m sorry, Keith—I—” “I know. I am too. I—” She covered his mouth with her hand. She wanted him to hear her. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Keith. Maybe you think that’s nuts because we barely know each other. But it’s true. And I freaked out earlier, because I was scared. Scared to trust my instincts. Scared I was mistaking lust for something more. Scared I had no judgment when it came to you and that maybe I was horribly wrong. After what I did and what I said, you probably never want to see me again.
