The door of the guest suite slid open as Tate stepped into the room. He walked directly over to Grace, his massive arms wrapping securely around her waist, pulling her into a protective, unyielding embrace. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the clean, familiar scent of her skin.
"Are you fine?" Tate murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear as he pulled back just enough to cups her face in his hands. His thumbs gently brushed over the faint bruising along her jaw line.
Grace nodded, her hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring thrum of his heartbeat. "I am. Better now that you're here."
Tate let out a slow breath, his gaze shifting toward the window where the morning sun was climbing higher. "We’re returning to the state today, Grace. I
