Noah picked up the quilt he"d brought from his truck and folded it before draping it over his arm. He held the other arm out to Steph and she took his hand.
“When you went to your knees and didn"t respond, he kind of panicked. He pulled the knife away and went to check on you. I wasn"t sure if that had been your plan, I couldn"t tell what you were trying to tell me with that look, but I hoped it was. Once he had his back to me, I moved. There was no way I was letting him get close to you while he still held it. I tackled him. I knocked the knife out of his hand, then overpowered him and got him down.” He squeezed her hand and looked at her a moment. “Was it planned?”
“No. I was trying to say I was sorry and beg you not to follow.” She took a shaky breath. “Then I saw your blood and lost
