The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 206

Franco pulled Petty in close and fired up the yacht’s navigation system.

On the screen, the map showed an island nearby. They might just make it there to get out of the storm. Petty stared at the faint shape on the map, wondering how Franco had known about it in the pitch-black night. It didn’t make sense, but there was no time to ask.

Right now, Harris was all she could think about. He’d been shot. She needed to check on him, make sure he was still holding on. She started to move toward the cabin, but Franco blocked her with one long leg, barely glancing away from steering.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was cool and sharp.

Her leg brushed his knee, and the contact startled her. She clutched the oversized army coat around her, finally starting to thaw out. “I want to see Harris. He’s hurt.”

“Can you get a bullet out?” Franco’s words sent a chill through her, his face hardening.

Petty hesitated. “No. Of course not.”

“Any medicine on you?” His eyebrows drew together.

She shook her head, frustration bubbling up. Did he really expect her to have something like that? Or was he just looking for an excuse to keep her here?

“So what’s the point? Sit down and stay still.”

The words had barely left his mouth when a huge wave crashed into the yacht, tossing them hard. Franco’s leg held her in place just enough to stop her from flying across the cabin, but she ended up landing right in his lap.

Without missing a beat, his arm came around her waist, steadying her while he kept his other hand on the controls. Petty sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to panic. She felt his chest rise and fall, his heartbeat steady even as the storm raged outside.

Every time the yacht rolled on the waves, she jolted against him again, crashing softly into his chest. When Franco pulled his leg back, she slid a little closer, her chest pressing against him, every movement making her painfully aware of how close they actually were.

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