Chapter 49 He Hated It

• Which meant that it was Gomez who’d wrapped an arm around her. Trapped her to him. Holding her steady. And it was Gomez who slid an arm under her legs and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the sofa to set her down.
• Brooks had put away the blankets and pillows and pushed the sofa together. Gomez sat her down, then sat across from her on the coffee table. His knees were on either side of hers, trapping her.
• “I didn’t drink any alcohol,” she told him. “I promise. I wouldn’t do that with those pills. And I don’t even like drinking.”