he kissed my hand and we continued driving to my apartment . his heart was thumping wildly in his chest and he had a strange metallic taste in his mouth . he 'd been shot only six months ago and never said ? some dream of danger , something violent-but no clear image came to him , only the feel of being stalked , something following him through the wood . she huffed , walking toward the door . `` let me put this back where it belongs-on your finger . and the guy 's brows flew up . 