Chapter Twenty: His Girl
“There’s my girl.”
The words wrapped around Kylie’s chest so tightly it almost hurt.
Heat flooded through her despite the freezing rain, despite the chaos, despite the blood still staining Nolan’s shirt.
His girl.
Oh, she was in serious trouble.
Wyatt made a pointed coughing sound beside them. “I hate interrupting whatever Nicholas Sparks situation this is, but he’s still bleeding.”
Kylie blinked rapidly and pulled back just enough to glare at him. “You have terrible timing.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Nolan’s thumb brushed lazily against her wrist before his eyes drifted shut for one dangerous second.
Kylie’s stomach dropped instantly.
“Nolan.”
His eyes reopened slowly.
“Relax,” he muttered.
“You do not get to tell me to relax while fading in and out of co
