Page 44 of A Much Younger Man
He slipped out and opened the door for his dog. “C’mon, Callie.”
I grabbed a towel from the back and wiped up as much water as I could before running to the porch to open the door.
“Wow, the rain is fucking icy tonight.”
“N-not the rain. It’s the w-w-wind.” Lips that had been pale before were now positively blue. I led him to the guest bathroom and motioned him inside.
“Towels are under the sink. In you go. When you get out, there will be dry clothes on the counter. I’ll dry Callie off and start a fire.” He hesitated. “Go on. You’re safe here.”
He turned on his heel and opened the glass shower door to turn on the water. I closed the bathroom door between us with a sigh.
I told myself Beck was safe with me. His heart would be safer with me than it was with his own family.
I didn’t ask myself how safe my heart would be.
