Grayson's arms tightened around Honey. "I can't lose you," he whispered against her temple, his voice rough with emotion. "When Amanda called, saying Riley had confronted you, then to find out about Paul with the beer... I wanted to beat the living s**t out of them—" He broke off, unable to voice the dark possibilities that had flooded his mind.
Honey pressed closer, her palms flat against the slick planes of his chest. "I'm sorry I scared you. I just couldn't sit there and let him think I was afraid."
"I understand." His hands moved up her back, fingers splaying across her shoulder blades. "But there's a difference between courage and recklessness. Promise me you won't put yourself at risk like that again. He is dangerous because he is now desperate."
The worry in his voice penetrated
