“Hersh…”
My thumb brushed beneath her eye automatically when tears started slipping free again.
“You’re okay.”
Barely.
But she was here.
Still here.
That mattered.
Outside, Tate shouted something at Wolf over the storm.
Then the sheriff himself appeared in the doorway.
Tall.
Broad.
Rain soaking his tan sheriff jacket.
Pistol still drawn.
And furious.
Pure furious.
His eyes swept the room instantly.
Me.
Trigger.
Wolf.
Ava.
Then finally?—
Flick.
His expression changed immediately.
Not softer exactly.
Protective.
Concerned.
“You hurt?” he asked her directly.
Flick shook her head quickly.
Tate nodded once before looking toward Ava.
“Marshal.”
