Back Into the Dark
Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose
  3. Titles by Karen Rose
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Epilogue
  37. Dear Readers
  38. Excerpt from CLOSER THAN YOU THINK
  39. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  40. What’s next onyour reading list?

He what? If she changed her mind, what would he do? Her nightmare abruptly changed, Adrian’s broken body on the rocks becoming Diesel’s. Her gaze jerked up to meet his, and she suspected that the instant fear that had filled her was now apparent on her face, because he rushed to soothe.

“No, Dani, not that. If you change your mind, I’ll survive. I won’t take my life.” His eyes filled with pain and then tears. “Is that what you’re afraid of? That if you hurt me, if you make me angry, I’ll kill myself?”

She did. She hadn’t even realized it until that moment. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Well, I won’t,” he said fiercely. “I won’t ever even threaten it. I promise you that. But it will hurt me.”

Relief made her hand shake as she lifted it to trace her fingertips over his lips, so soft and warm. “I don’t want to hurt you. Ever.”

He caught her wrist in his big hand, holding it like it was fine china as he kissed her fingers. “Then don’t,” he said simply. Sweetly. “Just be with me. That’s all I want.”

“You should want more,” she whispered. “You deserve more.”

He shook his head. “I want you. I deserve you.”

She opened her mouth to challenge him, then remembered Stone’s words. Take a page out of Delores’s book and let him make his own choices. She’d do that. But first he needed all the information. “I come with baggage, Diesel.”

“We all do.”

“My baggage is . . . extra. You said you needed me to be sure. I need the same thing. I need you to know what you’re giving up.”

Once again, he seemed to brace himself, but this time it seemed like it was for an argument rather than a physical blow. “Okay. Shoot.”

“You love children. I . . .” She lifted her chin. “I don’t plan to have any babies.”

He shrugged. “There are too many kids who need homes. Who need families to love them. Kids like Michael and Joshua. A child doesn’t need my DNA for me to love him. Or her.” He hesitated. “Although I’d like to know why. Is it your status? Or the syndrome? Or your career? Any are reasonable, but I’d like to understand.”

It was a fair question. “All of the above? I mean, I know that women who are positive can safely carry and birth an HIV-negative baby, but there are risks.”

“And if one of your positive patients wanted to have a baby?”