Nathan rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and grinned at her like a teenager about to get laid—well, like a twenty-eight, no, twenty-nine-year-old as of last week about to get laid. She lifted her hand and smiled a smile of complete happiness as she took a step toward him. Then she heard the screech of tires and the nauseatingly familiar slide of a heavy metal door as she was pulled backward.
