He was touching her face, running both his hands over her cheeks and just holding her so he could look into those heavenly blue eyes that had lassoed him and dumped him right over the side of a cliff. He was a goner. “Oh, Abby, what am I going to do with you?”
Smiling, she whispered, “I just want to help. I won’t let her hurt you.”
He couldn’t help it: He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and then rested his forehead against hers. She didn’t flinch but slid her hand up over his shoulder and held him to her.
He was absolutely hooked to her. She was his. After a few moments, he let out a heavy sigh. “You surprise me, but for now I want you to get some rest. No more wandering my halls and scrubbing my floors.” He walked her back to sickbay, helped her onto the bed, and
