It hummed with satisfied certainty between them, sealed as thoroughly as any bond could possibly be.
He shifted carefully, adjusting Dakota's unconscious form so she was cradled against his chest rather than slumped over him, his hands gentle now where they'd been demanding moments before.
Her face was tear-stained and peaceful in unconsciousness, her body still trembling occasionally with aftershocks even though her mind had completely checked out.
Kade scanned the car's interior, taking inventory.
Dakota's formal dress lay crumpled on the floor, disheveled beyond repair.
His own shirt was destroyed, buttons scattered everywhere.
But in the back storage compartment, he spotted a fresh dress shirt, something he kept for unexpected business situations.
He reached for it carefully, keeping Dakota secure with one arm while stretching for the neatly folded fabric.
The shirt smelled faintly of cedar rather than sex and fresh mate bond.
