Читать книгу The Missing Mccullen - Rita Herron - Страница 3

She’d vowed never to get involved with a client. Not to trust any man.

Except…how could she resist this sexy, strong man who would give his life for a little boy?

“How about you?” she asked softly.

Cash’s eyes darkened with pain, then flickered with something akin to desire. “I’ll be all right when we find Tyler.”

An image of her own son, pale and lifeless, taunted her. BJ looked down, battling tears. “Me, too. I just hope and pray…” She let the sentence trail off, unable to voice her worst fears out loud.

“Hey,” Cash murmured. “Don’t give up. I’m not.”

He was talking about Tyler. And she hadn’t given up on finding him.

But there was no bringing back her son. It was too late.

The grief she’d lived with since she’d lost him welled up and threatened to bring her to her knees again.

She looked up into Cash’s eyes and was moved by his tenderness. Desperate for his touch, for comfort, she pressed her hand over his chest. His heart pounded, strong and alive, beneath her palm.

She leaned into him, and he brushed her hair from her cheek. “BJ?”

“Shh, just hold me for a minute.”

He made a low sound in his throat as if he was struggling not to touch her. Then his eyes darkened, and he pulled her up against him.