Christopher Moore took Ruby Mercer's hand, helping her into the car; his big hand enveloped hers, and the warmth exchanged between them gradually kindled a subtle feeling…
Ruby looked at the large hand, surprisingly unwilling to let go, allowing him to hold it. Deep inside, she felt more grounded and relaxed.
She gazed at Christopher Moore's broad, muscular back, gradually moving her eyes up to those broad shoulders, and that thick hair…
"Christopher Moore, let go, let go!"
Ruby stopped the racing pace of her heartbeat and returned to reason. She didn't deny that her heart was disturbed by Christopher Moore, but she had to stop in time.
"I'll take you to the hospital to check the wound."
Christopher's eyes flashed with a moment of loss and hurt, could she still not accept him?
"I'm fine, no need for a check-up, just a superficial wound."
