Todd tried to relax as he drove the wagon, but it was nearly impossible. Nick sat huddled in on himself on the other side of the bench seat. He acted as if he was afraid of Todd, not that Todd blamed the poor guy. He’d been acting like some sort of lunatic the past few days. Now he’d gone and made everything worse by destroying their lives and taking everything away he’d worked so hard to give Nick. He’d turned an innocent man into a wanted fugitive.
Glancing sideways, Todd caught how Nick’s gaze slipped to him every few seconds, but his mate made no attempt at any sort of physical contact. That was what bothered Todd the most. Nick was very tactile, at least with Todd. When most stressed out, Nick preferred sitting at Todd’s feet and wedging himself between Todd’s knees. He adored being
