She instinctively struggled, her voice suppressed, "Are you crazy? We're outside. What if someone sees?"
"Don't worry, no one will."
At this moment, the night was already deep. Tobias Carter made sure there was no one around before relaxing. He pulled his arm from around her waist, turned, and looked at her. "Be more careful in public from now on."
"You're unhappy," he stated affirmatively.
"I'm not."
"Because of Sister Hannah?"
A flicker of unusual emotion crossed Tobias's eyes. She hadn't expected Michale Shaw to be so perceptive. She merely retorted, "It has nothing to do with her."
But Michale Shaw suddenly bent over, getting closer, "Really?"
"Of course…" Tobias didn't finish her sentence before he had already leaned in to kiss her. Her breath hitched—this was outside. Had he lost his mind?
