She must look a fright, but she wasn’t injured. She nodded because her throat was suddenly too choked up to get words out. She clenched her hands into fists to conceal their shaking.
“You acquitted yourself well,” he said quietly, his deep voice a caress.
Tears welled up and she was mightily annoyed that she had been fine—angry, but fine—when a stranger pointed a pistol at Nick’s motionless body and tied them all up, and now that the threat was gone and they were safe, she was in serious danger of turning into a watering pot.
“Come here.” He tugged on her shoulders and she went, straight into his arms. She burrowed under his coat to wrap her arms around his waist and press her cheek to his chest, listening to the reassuring beat of his heart.
He ran a soothing hand up and down her back
