Out Of The Night (Epic Story Of RJ & York 01)

See, this was why York should put a GPS tracker on the woman he loved.

Not that he would, but if he did, then he wouldn't show up in a town and see said woman trying to do a Spiderman along the face of a building.

And, if York hadn't simply followed his instincts and taken off across the street she would have left an ugly splat on the sidewalk, probably taking out a planter of geraniums.

As it were—"Gotcha."

He wasn't trying to be cute—it was more of a statement of relief, even fury, the spill over of watching her dangle, then slip off the balcony. The fear he wouldn't reach her in time.

For a second, she just stared at him, also breathing hard, those blue eyes blinking in disbelief. Then, "York?"

"It's not Superman."

Then she threw her arms around him, holding so tight she might cut off his breathing. "You're here."

"I'm here." She could probably feel his heart pounding, trying to leave his body.

"How did you...