Justin Sidney shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her head. "Come on, my car's right there."
Once inside, Justin smoothly handed her a towel, blasted the heater, and pulled a fresh suit jacket from the backseat. "You're drenched," he said, warmth lacing his words. "Warm up with the heater and throw this on."
He hadn't crossed any lines—just offered help—and Nina, soaked to the bone, couldn't muster a refusal. She slipped the jacket on, too drained to argue.
"You mentioned something at home earlier?" Justin kept one hand on the wheel, but his gaze kept drifting to her. Raindrops glistened in her hair, her face bare of makeup, and something about her unguarded expression held his attention. "Need backup?"
Valerie had stayed at his place after defending him, and during their c
