I was just wishing for you," he said. "And here you are.""Must be your lucky...

I was just wishing for you," he said. "And here you are."
"Must be your lucky day, Ace."
"Eve." He lifted a hand, not quite steady, skimmed his fingers along her jaw. "Eve," he said again, and his arms were around her, banded like steel as he lifted her off her feet. "Oh God. Eve."
She felt the shudder run through him as he buried his face in her hair, against the curve of her neck. And knew she'd been right to come. Whatever else there was, she'd been right to come.
"Everything's okay now." To soothe, she ran her hands over his back. "It's okay."
"You landed in a field of cows, in a jet-copter."
"You're telling me?"
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms before linking them with hers and easing back to look at her face. "You must love me madly."
"I must."
His eyes were wild and beautiful, his lips warm and tender as he pressed them to her cheeks. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, but you missed a spot." She found his mouth with hers and let him sink in. When she felt the heat, the punch, her lips curved against his. "That's better.