Bab 12: Chapter 12

Sinclair, to his credit, continued to kiss her as the cool rain poured down over them. Talk about a cold shower! Samantha reluctantly pried her lips from Sinclair's and sighed. Would they ever get to finish what they started?

Sinclair wasn't so subtle. "By the Higher Powers! This is getting ridiculous," he muttered, running an exasperated hand through his hair, spiking it.

Samantha shivered, the dampness going right to the core of her. Sinclair's brows creased in concern and, as had become his habit, swept Samantha up in his arms and carried her inside, right up to her room, depositing her on the bed while he went into the bathroom. Samantha sat there trembling in her damp clothes, bemoaning her luck. Every time she got close to Sinclair something interrupted them. Not fair!