Her mind was reeling, trying to register the kiss. She stilled against him. It was still unclear whether or not he was leading her to her murder scene and ridding himself of her once and for all instead of to a Christmas photoshoot for Chanel as he had told her. But then, before her mind could puzzle out what the kiss meant – Was it goodbye? Was it asking for forgiveness? – she sighed, and her body gave in to his touch.