Cheyenne sat in the lobby of the emergency room waiting for her taxi. The walk from the front of the store to the ambulance was a nightmare she didn’t want to think about. The only good part was Faulkner’s strength as he helped clear the way for her. At one point she’d been jostled hard enough that she would’ve fallen to the ground if it hadn’t been for Faulkner. He’d taken his hand out of her own and wrapped his arm around her waist and curled her into his body. Cheyenne hadn’t even been ashamed to lean into him and let him help her.
With everything she’d been through in the last few hours, it had felt so good to be held tight and safe against Faulkner’s side and let him deal with making sure they made it through all the people safely. He’d helped her over to the ambulance and made sure
