She sucked in air, all snark and sass forgotten now. “Wolf –”
“Nuh-uh. You know I’m right. After what happened to you, the fact that you went on back there with him anyway, the very first night you laid eyes on the man?” Wolf shook his dark head. “That means that you liked and trusted him right from the beginnin’, baby girl. On some level, you knew you were safe with him, and you sure as hell knew that he was a good guy. He is a good guy, and you just can’t admit it to yourself.”
“I – I –”
“What I can’t figure out is why,” he said. “Why can’t you just let Scars be nice to you? Take care of you? Be good to Keira?”
She crossed her arms, and he recognized this as her go-to defensive posture. He gentled now, seeing no real need to beat her over the head with the point anymore; he was prett
