A ghost of a kiss came down on my head, and then he rested his chin against my crown, and sucked down a sharp breath. “I wouldn’t have let him harm you.”
“N-No, maybe not, but if he’d have caught me . . .,” I let my words trail off. He’d been right earlier. The last thing I needed was to come to the attention of the ringleader of the band of not-so-merry men.
“No need to fret about that now,” he hummed under his breath, and it drove me crazy because I didn’t know why I was responding like this—with relief and wonder and comfort.
His arms gave me something I’d never felt before.
Mom and I had loved one another, but we’d just never been all that tactile. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I’d kissed her goodnight or goodbye. We didn’t even hug all that much. Fiona had been more affectionate, I guess. Yet, to settle into this man’s warm arms, to feel safe when he was the reason I was in danger in the first place was the height of lunacy, but it was how I felt.
It’s weird but sometimes, without even knowing it, you find yourself back on a path you should never have left.
As crazy as it sounded, I had a feeling that Finn and I had been destined to meet all these years later.
Maybe it was a feeling in my blood or maybe it was just my fright from earlier talking, but somehow, as wrong as the reasons were for Finn’s bringing me here . . . This felt too damn right to ignore.