Trisha ascended the stairs, and part of Nick, a very big part of him, wanted to follow. She'd just lost one of her workers today, a man she considered a friend. She'd withstood the questions and accusations with bravado, but she was going to collapse sometime.
He was no knight in armor. He wasn't even sure he had much emotion left in him after the shooting in Milwaukee. But something inside started to crack when he'd met her, and today it split wide open. Something that had him wanting to hold her and comfort her. And something stronger that wanted to kiss all the bad memories out of her head.
Brad cleared his throat. "If you're done ogling"
Nick shifted on the couch uncomfortably.
"There's a reason Trish and I are so close-beyond friendship. She saved my life once."
Nick looked at him, more than a little curious.