He’d come here to rescue me…
“I don’t see him,” Sam said. “But that doesn’t mean he isn’t out there.”
Validation coursed through me. I felt believed.
And because of that, I felt respected. Again.
Sam turned from the window to look at me.
The tilt in his head, the subtle parting of his lips, how strong and capable and in-control he looked…
My knees weakened.
I blinked and suddenly Sam was holding me, keeping me standing.
“When was the last time you ate?”
I had to think. “Um. Remember when you made me breakfast?”
“Jesus, woman! Five days?!”
“Has it been that long?” I asked drearily, drinking in his scent. “I haven’t been keeping count.”
“I have,” he grumbled. “Whatever. You’re coming with me.”
“Where?”
“To my house so I can force some fucking food in you.”
I didn’t have it in me to protest. Instead, I peered at the window. “What if he follows us?”
“Then I’ll kick his ass.”
I smiled at that. I felt safe, protected. And I didn’t realize how much I’d been missing that feeling until I needed it.
Sam loosened his grip. “You alright? Can you stand? Because I swear to God, I’ll carry you out of here if I have to.”
“Coming on a little strong, aren’t you?” I teased.
His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Strong is the only way I come on. How else could I carry you?”
I giggled, forgetting my fear for a second.
He threaded his thick fingers through mine and smiled down at me like I was something more than what I was.
I felt invincible.
It may have been the aftereffects of the adrenaline high, but I suddenly stood on my tiptoes and aimed for his mouth.
He swiftly planted a kiss on my forehead instead.
I furrowed my brow, confused.
That eternal sadness flashed through his ocean eyes for a second, then it was gone.
I wanted an explanation. Now that he was standing next to me, real, I wanted to to know where we stood.
Bo’s words echoed through my memory: