Page 67 of Legacy of Danger
"How is that possible?"
"Bad luck, I guess." He whistled low. "That family is seriously nuts." He readjusted his grip but continued to hold her. "And I don't mean to get into your business, but please don't go back over there."
"You don't need to tell me twice." She sniffed. "So I shouldn't press charges?"
"If you want to, I'll go with you. Just don't expect any results."
"Wow. Okay. But I feel like there needs to be some documentation, in case..."
"In case something else happens?"
A shudder rattled her spine. "Yeah."
His arms cranked down around her, but stopped short of pain. "Excellent point. Then let's go fill out the report now. I'll help you."
"Really? Um, thanks. And, again, sorry for ruining your evening. I'm sure you didn't plan to be gone this long. You must have better things to do."
"This is exactly where I needed to be."
"Thanks." In the illumination from the dash, she craned her neck to meet his eyes, praying to heaven she wouldn't find pity there.
Instead, a burning intensity lit his face. Not desire, exactly, and of course not, what with her meltdown this evening. More like a guy who wanted to slay someone's demons.
Well, he could have all of her demons. He was welcome to them.
Although he loosened his grip, his firm, secure presence remained. If she needed his strength, she knew it would be right there, ready to go.
She scooted off his lap and buckled up. The lack of his heat, his touch, left her cold, and not only in temperature.
"Let's go file a report, shall we?" His teeth gleamed in the darkness.
