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“I know.”
“But he took a photo and if you haven’t seen it yet, he’s going to send it to you and it’s going to look …”
“He sent it.”
“He grabbed me. There was nothing I could do. And Callie’s brothers chased him and …”
He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay, Becca. Slow down. He sent the photo. He tried to make me believe …” He shuddered and shook his head, looking pained.
“It’s not true.”
“I know.”
She finally sucked in a deep breath. “You know?”
That big smile of his spread across his face as he looked down into her eyes. “Of course, I know. I know you. I know who you are, and I know how you feel about me. I know that you love me.” He winked. “Maybe almost as much as I love you. I know that you wouldn’t do that.”
“But then … why didn’t you answer me last night? I tried to call you, but it just went to voicemail and that made me think … I thought …” She had to swallow a sob. “I was worried,” she added lamely.
He kissed her forehead again, then looked into her eyes. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, but they were tears of relief, and he brushed them away with his thumbs as he spoke again.
“I got worried at first, too. I didn’t react very well when I saw the photo. I …” He gave her a wry smile. “I may have thrown my phone across the room – and smashed it.”
“Aww.”
He chuckled. “Aww?”
“Yeah. I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong, Becca. Nothing at all. It only took me a minute to know that. Yeah, I reacted badly to seeing the photo.” He gave her another wry smile. “There may also be a hole in the bedroom wall.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“I don’t believe in violence, but sometimes a guy just needs to punch something. The wall came in handy.”
She reached for his hand and traced her finger over his grazed knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“Becca.”
She had to smile at his stern tone. “You can try bossing me about all you like, but I am sorry.”
“So am I, sweetheart. I’m sorry I couldn’t call you last night. I’m sorry that I made you worry. I’m sorry that you had to fly out here with him.” He frowned.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that he was the one who brought you?”
“Because I didn’t want to worry you when there was nothing you could do about it. You were at the funeral. And … I was going to report him to the agency yesterday.”
“Yesterday? I thought this happened last night?”
“It did, but he was … kind of sleazy on the plane, too.”
“What did he do?”
She cupped his face between her hands and made him look at her. “Nothing too bad. Honestly.”
“Did he touch you?” She’d never seen him look so … scary.
