Cosette turned to Isaac, cuddling against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his back, and she startled as they met bare skin. It was weird how she’d forgotten, as she’d watched Vance cut his shirt, but she’d tried to push that image away. A shudder raced through her, and tears pricked at her eyes. “He didn’t hurt you. I was so scared.”
Isaac tilted up her chin, a cocky smile on his face. “That wimp couldn’t have hurt me.”
“You’d rip his arms off?”
“Dang the police for interrupting before I could follow through on that one.”
Cosette shuddered again.
Isaac chuckled and framed her face with his hands. “I won’t rip anybody’s arms off. I’d rather be kissing you anyway.” Lowering his head, he followed through with that promise.
Cosette clung to him and returned each kiss. The horror of the past who knew how many hours disappeared as she relished being in Isaac’s arms, safe, warm, and loved. If only she knew he wouldn’t be leaving her soon.