The Prisoner (Orphan #1)

The Prisoner

FUGITIVE LOVE

“You could have been killed,” Genevieve said. “All it would have taken was for someone to recognize you and you would have been dragged into jail and hanged by nightfall.”

Haydon regarded her with steady calm. She sensed his powerful attraction to her, felt it as keenly as if his hands were upon her and his mouth was over hers. She drew the blanket around her tighter, only to feel his heat and scent engulf her senses further. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Why?”

She studied him, waiting. Haydon felt as if she were trying to look inside him and understand who he really was.

She had a right to know. She had risked herself and her beloved family to keep him safe.

There was only one reason why he’d acted as he did, but he scarcely dared admit it to himself.

And yet in that moment he could suddenly no longer contain it.

“I did it for you, Genevieve.”

Her eyes widened. A terrible, desperate longing surged through her, the need to be held by him, to be kissed and stroked and covered by the glorious power and heat of him.

With a little sob she ran to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and crushed her lips to his as she drew him closer to her heart.