Chapter 92

The woman’s little face rubbed against his arm. The scorching heat from her face brought a sense of ambiguous sexiness.

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he said in a hoarse voice, “Okay, wait a minute.”

He pulled over the car at the side of the road, took out a new bottle of mineral water from the trunk, and returned to the car, carefully feeding the water to her mouth.

“Clara, drink some water.”