Page 105 of The Right Sign


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Before I can type the rest of my angry message, my head slaps against something warm and soft. My body jolts at the sudden, and unexpected, break in movement.

Eyes slowly lifting to the metal pole I was about to walk into, I choke.That would have been painful. The hand that stopped me from getting an egg-sized lump on the forehead is attached to a long, lean body covered in expensive tweed.

Dare?

My gaze tangles with his, becoming oddly fixated on his melted chocolate eyes. My heart beats at a million miles per minute. Dare looks devastatingly handsome with the storm clouds as a background, which makes it ten times more difficult to catch my bearings.

I step back. Face burning with the heat of a thousand suns, I lift my hands to sign that I’m fine. But Dare doesn’t give me a chance.

He takes a step forward, bending his knees slightly.

A second later, I’m airborne.

My mouth falls open. I squirm, trying to wiggle my way out of his embrace, but it’s no use. He’s got a good hold on me and walks determinedly to the car.

Mosely is on the sidewalk. He opens the back door so Dare has a smooth entry. I’m placed delicately in the backseat, but the jarring effect of being dropped into a car Ijustsaid I didn’t want to enter stirs me out of my Dare-induced stupor.

Eyebrows twitching, I glare at him and sign, “What are you doing?”

“Walk. Rain. Car,” he signs.

I can’t make sense of that broken ASL, but Dare doesn’t particularly care to expound. He slides in next to me, slams the door shut and motions to Mosley who somehow slid back into the front seat when I wasn’t looking.

I jerk my phone to eye level and type.

This is called kidnapping.

Then you should probably use that phone to call the police.

I glare at him.

He gives me a smug little smile.

The jerk.

Dare sways his body toward me. It’s raining cats and dogs outside, but I swear I see sunshine behind his head. The world swirls with heightened gold and yellow colors. Like I’m on some kind of acid trip.

He comes closer.

Closer still.

Until he’s practically hovering on top of me.

I hate the way my heart picks up speed, but his is equally pounding, which is something I discover when I set my hand on his chest to push him away. He pauses and looks down at me.

We share a breath. And then two breaths. His eyes narrow on my mouth before flickering back up my face.

Thum. Thum. Thum.

I feel the vibration of his heart like I’m sitting in front of a giant speaker, the bass pushing waves of energy against my skin.

Shove him off.

I can’t.

Why not?

I don’t know.

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