Chapter 11

I allow myself to cling to him for a while longer. He doesn’t ask any questions, just holds me. His breathing is regular and steady. His presence is calming and feels safe. His acceptance helps me regain some confidence.

Finally, I straighten and step away. “Thank you,” I say again with a small smile.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” He knits his eyebrows together and looks at me, his gaze wandering from my face, down my neck, and over my body as though he’s trying to make sure for himself.

“I promise. I was just…I don’t know…I didn’t feel like coming here in the first place and then that guy…” I shudder. “And I didn’t have my car…and Billy…” I shrug, hoping he can make sense of my incoherent words that I hope don’t sound as rattled to him as they do to my own ears.

“You don’t have to explain.” His eyes are warm and concerned, and dammit, I’m gonna break down in a sobbing heap if he keeps looking at me like that and I don’t even know why.