Then, when they broke apart, Wynn dropped his gaze to the scar on Mick’s chest, circling it as he had before with one fingertip, his expression full of remorse. “Maybe, if I hadn’t been in the picture, if he hadn’t seen me—”
“Don’t even go there. Don’t try to take some of the blame on yourself. Look at me, Wynn.” When he didMick continued. “Danny came here with a gun. I doubt he planned on shooting me but he might have thought he could frighten me into returning to him, or maybe he planned on kidnapping me to force the issue. Or, maybe, he just kept one in his car. He ran around with some pretty unsavory characters when I knew him. Whatever his reason for having it, his seeing you had nothing to do with what happened.”
“You’re right, of course. Neither of us is to blame.” Wynn pulled him into a tight hug. “He was what he was, which makes me damned glad I didn’t kill him.”