Page 147 of Micah
Emergency contacts.
Information that had little to do with protecting her and more to do with my curiosity about her.
I told myself it was risk assessment.
Preparation.
Professional habit.
The truth?
It had become personal long before I admitted it.
Too personal.
But she doesn't need to carry that tonight.
Maybe not ever.
Some things belong to my guilt alone.
“You thinking awfully hard over there,” she murmurs.
I blink.
“Hmm?”
She smiles sleepily.
“That look.”
“What look?”
“The one where your eyebrows do that thing.”
I laugh quietly.
“I have a thing?”
“Oh, you definitely have a thing.”
She reaches up and smooths the space between my brows with the tip of one finger.
“There.”
“Better?”
“Much.”
Silence settles around us again.
Comfortable this time.
Not empty.
Full.
She laces her fingers through mine.
