Carolina Heat
“And Annabelle didn’t know if she wanted it to be a cruel joke or the absolutely crazy ravings of a lunatic. Because the idea was, well….nuts. “You’re kidding. You don’t expect me to believe you really mean it? Jonathan set you up to ask me as a joke, right?”
With a muttered oath he jerked the car onto the shoulder. Tires kicked up a swirl of gravel as he stopped the car.
“What the hell are you doing? I don’t think swerving across two lanes of traffic and stopping so hard my teeth hurt constitutes safe driving.”
“I can’t drive and have this conversation with you.” Mark whipped off his seatbelt. “Annabelle, I’m not asking you to necessarily stay in Charleston. I’m asking if you’ll stay with me.”
She concentrated on digging her fingers into the upholstery. She needed the physical sensation to focus. It was all her brain could process without flying into a million pieces. The man was certifiable. Annabelle tried for a calm, reasoned tone. “Mark, you can’t mean what you just said.
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