Hale, I..." But Hale was still moving, shrinking the distance between them. He seemed impossibly close as he whispered, "And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.
Ally CarterI wouldn't mind meeting a dashing thief," the woman's friend whispered. Hale winked at Kat. Kat raised her eyebrows and whispered, "I'd like to meet one of those, too." Hale brought his hands to his chest, feigning injury, but Kat was far too worried and too tired to play along.
Ally CarterShe looked at him, watched hum toss the remote on the table and say," So maybe I'm going to handcuff myself to you the next time you decide to take a stroll.
Ally CarterHis arm was warm against hers. "I always wanted to do the Henley." "Can you be serious for a second?" "Dance with me." "What?" she asked, but his arms were already going around her waist. He was already holding her tightly against him. "Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It's a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm." He moved her hips to the beat of the distant music. "And patience." He spun her out slowly and back toward him. "And it's only fun if you trust you partner." The dip was so slow, so smooth, that Kat didn't know it was happening until the world had already turned upside down and Hale' s face was inches from her own. "Count me in, Kat." He squeezed her tighter. "You should always count me in.
Ally CarterAnd with that, Kat closed her eyes. She didn't see the first flakes of snow fall outside her window. She didn't feel Hale cover her with a blanket. She was already fast asleep.
Ally CarterShe didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.
Ally CarterSo she let him carry her bags. She didn't protest when he walked so close that her shoulder brushed against the arm of his heavy wool coat. And yet, beyond that, they did not touch. He didn't even look at her as he said, "I would have sent the jet.
Ally CarterYou'd better not be trying to steal that," she said. The boy shrugged and reached for the small rolling suitcase at her feet. "I wouldn't dare." "Because I'm an excellent yeller." "I don't doubt it." "And fighter. My cousin gave me this nail file... the thing's just like a switchblade.
Ally CarterWhat about him?" "What's going on with you two?" "Nothing," Kat said, a little too quickly. "Yeah, and why is that exactly? I thought you two were getting all relationshipy. But now you're gone half of the time and he's ...angry." "No, he's not." "Yes, he is." Gabrielle gave a short laugh. "He doesn't like you going off, doing these jobs on your own.
Ally CarterKat watched Gabrielle curl into a tiny ball like a kitten while Hale splayed across the limo's backseat, long legs and arms, and a head that, on occasion, would drift onto Kat's shoulder in a way she coudn't bring herself to mind.
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