He wiped a raindrop, or perhaps it was a tear, from her face. She closed her eyes at his touch and leaned into his hand.
“I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you in the rain,” he told her. She opened her eyes to look at him, her cheek still pressed into his palm. “Please don’t leave.”
“But the mob--”
“I have security,” he interrupted. “Mia has a security team. Carter has a security team. Hell, Laura has a security team, and I’m pretty sure that Carter has another security system on top of all of that that I don’t even know about.”
He moved toward her so that their bodies touched. She was shivering.
“You’re safe here,” he told her, his hand still on her cheek. “You’re wanted here.”
Her bottom lip went between her teeth as her eyes searched his face. Her breath came a little faster against him. “I am?”
She wasn’t talking about security. She was making sure that she was his.
“Very much,” he assured her. He tipped his head, pressing his lips to hers. It was gentle, but she whimpered as she let him kiss her. Her body leaned into him, wanting more.
“Okay,” she whispered, her words soft against his lips. “I’ll stay.”
His heart surged with joy. He kissed her again.
Chapter 21
Bonnie
“Follow me,” Dylan whispered, his lips barely leaving hers. Bonnie nodded, and he took her hand.
She held Dylan’s hand firmly as they traversed through the storm, making their way toward his trailer. She already felt better about everything. Partly because the weight was off of her shoulders. She had come forward with the truth about why she was running. Dylan had believed her, and he had promised that he would keep her safe. She believed he would.
“Just a little further.” Dylan squeezed her hand and continued leading her across the field.
The rain was coming down in sheets, and there was virtually no visibility. She clung to him, trusting him to find his way to his home. They passed the camp cabins and went to the edge of the property.
“We’re here,” he announced.
Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted her head, squinting against the rain.
“This is your cabin?” she asked.
“I asked Carter if I could use a trailer instead,” Dylan explained, going and opening the door for her. “It’s more private, and it feels more like home. There are some perks to being me.”
She chuckled and looked in awe at his home. It looked more like a small house than it did a trailer, at least any trailer she had ever seen. It was twice the length of a Greyhound bus, except taller. It looked like there were two separate levels to it, with a railing around what she assumed was a rooftop deck.
Dylan held the door open as she stepped inside. The dry warmth of the inside felt amazing. She was shivering with the cold and was fairly sure she would never feel warm again. Every article of clothing she was wearing was drenched with the freezing rain.
“It feels good in here,” she said, rubbing her hands over her arms.
“Let me turn up the heat a little bit, though,” he said. “You must be freezing.”
He took a few steps down the center aisle of the trailer and touched some buttons on the thermostat. Bonnie took the chance to look around, and she was amazed by what she saw.
At the far end of the trailer was the kitchen. It was complete with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. It even had one of those small refrigerators made for the sole purpose of storing wine. From where she stood, it looked like it was completely stocked with bottles, too.
From the floor to the ceiling, everything inside was extravagant. It looked like the editor of Home and Garden magazine had an unlimited budget to decorate his home, covering everything with only the finest furnishings.
“Let me get you a towel so you can dry off a bit.” Dylan disappeared down to the end of the trailer opposite the kitchen. Bonnie followed him a little ways, passing through a small door that led into a completely different area.
There was a huge television screen on one wall. Across from that, was a brown leather sectional couch. It looked so soft and cozy. It took a lot of willpower to keep Bonnie from running over to it and collapsing. The fact that she was soaking wet helped. She didn’t want to ruin it.