What I worked on today:
She did her best to appear as though she hadnít just been sitting in an interrogation room for hours being questioned about a crime she hadnít committed. But as it turned out, the pretense was far too much for her overloaded emotions, and she closed her eyes, trying to disappear into the seat. If she disappeared, then he couldnít see her fall apart.
ďYou okay?Ē he asked.
Her throat tightened further, and she shook her head. Nope. Not okay. Not even close. ďDonít,Ē she said.
ďDonít be nice to me right now. Iíll lose it.Ē
With surprising gentleness, he pushed the hair from her face, then clicked open her seatbelt.
It was all the invitation she was going to get, and all the invitation she needed. Turning to him, she burrowed in as steady, strong arms closed around her. He stroked a hand down her back, and she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, soaking in the warm comfort he offered.
It was the safest and most secure sheíd felt in far too long and she wasnít sure she was going to be able to let go.
Afraid he was going to pull away before she was done soaking him in, she squirmed a little closer. ďPlease not yet.Ē
He tightened his grip. ďItís okay. Iíve got you.Ē
Thank God. For just this one second, someone had her.
It’s a page from IT HAD TO BE YOU.
Yes, I’m a mean tease. But you can preorder if you are so inclined. ūüėõ