But goddammit… Zoe was his, and that made Keira his too, by default and by choice. He’d throw himself in front of a damn semi-truck to protect them, he’d take a bullet, he’d do anything, anything, to keep them safe. But since death-defying acts of love and chivalry were in short supply – and thank Christ for that, really and all things considered – he had to settle for doing things that made Zoe’s life easier, safer, more relaxed.
And she was struggling with accepting even that much. He understood, though, so Scars just stood there, his arms around her loosely, not wanting her to feel trapped or pressured. He just waited, waited for her to let him in a little bit more. Or not.
When she looked up at him again, those incredible green eyes warm and sweet, he exhaled, his worry gone. And wh
