Danica POV
During the car ride, Dax held my hand and glanced over at me often. He seemed very concerned about my well-being which made feel appreciated.
We didn’t converse while we drove along. I wasn’t quite ready to talk again, or my voice would betray me. I still wasn’t over the stress of being imprisoned by criminals. It had felt so unreal, almost as if it hadn’t happened to me.
Dax must’ve understood that I didn’t want to talk and didn’t try to press me to say anything. We had comfortable silence in the car. I wanted to thank him for getting me out of that situation, but no words could describe how grateful I was.
He had gone beyond what I expected of him. I glanced at him and noticed that he looked at ease now that I was back with him. I had no idea how Dax was so affected by hearing about what happened to me.