“Yes,” I said curtly. “I figured that out.”
“Dammit,” he said, loud enough to have people turning and looking at us. “Shit,” he muttered, then took my arm. “Come here.”
He led me out of the rotunda, around one of the rope barricades, and into one of the empty galleries.
“Do you really believe that?” I heard the rise of anger in his voice, but there was something else, too. Something that sounded like hurt. “Christ, Sloane, is that really what you think?”
“I—” I shook my head, not sure what to think.
“Yes, it’s good for business to have a cop on my arm. And yes, that’s part of how it started with you. But that’s not how it is now. It’s not why you’re here.” His voice went soft and he shook his head, as if to clear away his thoughts. “You’re here for only one reason, and that’s because I want you beside me.”
I swallowed, my breath hitching a bit.
“What’s between us may have started as an arrangement, a deal. But I think we both know that it’s becoming a hell of a lot more than that. As far as I’m concerned, that’s just an excuse to be with you. To have you close, when and how I want.”
He ran his palm over my shoulder, bare in the sky blue dress. “I don’t know where this is going, Sloane, or where it will end. All I know is that you’re in my head, you’re inside me, and that I will lose a piece of myself the day you go back to Indiana.”
“Tyler.” I knew I should say something. Tell him I was relieved. Tell him I felt the same way. Tell him that I’d never in my life felt around anyone the way I felt around him. But I couldn’t seem to find the words.
So I did the only thing I could do. I folded myself into his arms, and I kissed him.
His arms went around me, and he held me tight. Our bodies molded together, and his hands stroked my bare back. I felt warm and safe and complete, as if I’d been living my life with a piece missing, and now that I’d found Tyler, everything clicked into place.
I was falling in love with this man. Fast and hard, maybe, but I was certain. What was it he’d said? The speed of us? And he was so right. But love was only part of the equation, and right then, I had to hold tight to the faith that somehow we could make it work. If he really was clean—if everything he’d done was truly in the past—then maybe we could find a way to move forward.
“I’m sorry,” he said, when we broke apart. “I didn’t think. I should have told you before. I didn’t—”
“I know. It’s okay.” I kissed him again, this time soft and quick before pulling away with a suggestive smile. “Do you need to show me off to somebody else? Or do you think maybe you could take me home and take me out of this dress?”
I could see the answer in his eyes, but before he said it out loud, his phone rang. He glanced at it, mouthed, Cole, and answered the call.
He said one word—“Hello,” and then he simply listened as Cole spoke.
I watched the change come over him. That relaxed, calm expression turning into hard, cold rage.
When he ended the call his eyes were blazing, and though he looked at me, I wasn’t entirely sure he saw me at all.
“Tyler?”
“He tried to rape her,” he said. “Lizzy woke up, and she told Cole that bastard Franklin tried to rape her. That’s why she was in a hurry. That’s why she crashed the car.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, then put a hand on his arm. “But don’t. I can see what you’re thinking and don’t.”
He just looked at me, and then he stalked back into the rotunda.
Shit.
I hurried after him, scouring the crowd. I saw Franklin on the far side by an exit, and breathed a sigh of relief. If I could just get Tyler out of here before he saw the man …
But it was too late. Tyler swooped in, grabbed Franklin by the arm, and as I watched helpless from the far side of the rotunda, Tyler forced him out of the room.