“We’ve come a long way since that night.”
“Yes, but you’re still trying to boss me around.”
“And you still make me want to tie your ass to a chair to keep you out of trouble.”
“Ha, you can try.”
He sighed deeply. “Sara, I hate the idea of you out there fighting, and I doubt I’ll ever be okay with it. I don’t think any male would be okay with the woman he loves putting herself in danger.”
The woman he loves. Heat pooled in my stomach and I wanted to kiss him again. Instead I said, “Do you know what it’s like for me when you go away on a job, especially with the way things are now? I don’t sleep, and I spend every minute praying we don’t get word that you’re in trouble – or worse. It’s torture. That night we heard you were under attack in Vancouver, I almost lost it. I almost lost you.
