Page 50 of Tangled Past
She let out a tiny breath that might have been a laugh. “Let’s pretend it’s that and not the part of me that keeps thinking you’re going to let go.”
He tightened his grip. “Not happening,” he said, low and sure.
Outside, Troy cursed at his mooring line.
Inside, the SUV felt like its own small world.
Will’s voice crackled over the radio again. “We’ll keep surveillance rotating,” he said. “No contact yet. I want to see what he does when he thinks nobody’s looking.”
Asa lifted their joined hands, just enough to press his lips against her knuckles. “We’re getting closer,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“To what?”
“To where he runs out of places to hide. Whoever he is. Whatever name he’s been wearing.”
She looked at him, really looked, and something in her gaze steadied. “You really believe that.”
“Yes, I do.”
She drew a slow breath. “Then I’ll try to believe it, too.”
For a moment, the harbor fell away. There was just the warmth of her hand in his, the flicker of stubborn hope in her eyes, and the quiet, unspoken promise in his chest. Whatever ghosts this man had tried to erase, they weren’t done speaking yet, and Asa intended to listen until the last lie fell silent.
