Chapter Nineteen
She didn’t say a word. Even after he got the door open Molly just herded him through the gap. Putting the door firmly back in its place meant letting go of her, and when he turned into the room, she was pacing.
“We have a problem,” Molly said.
“Okay, calm down and tell me what it is.”
“Behind the bar. That thing you made me promise never to touch.”
Relief made his lips curl. “It’s in a locked box in my car.”
“It’s what?”
“I wouldn’t have left it back there,” Blake said.
She stopped pacing, giving him the chance to take hold of her hips and urge her back the half step to meet the wall. “You remembered?”
“Of course,” he said. “I told you that I didn’t want you getting hurt by it.”
“Good… Okay… Thank you.”
Her own relief was palpable, but she emitted tension like a
