“Out now. One, two, three, four. Again,” she said.
She took him through it again, and by the last exhale he was calmer.
“You all right?” He felt Joe’s hand on his shoulder.
Luke nodded. “Thank you,” he said to Quinn. She still held his fingers in a tight grip.
“I know what panic is like.” Her smile was gentle, and that dimple drew his eyes.
“I bet you do. Sorry for that. I haven’t had a panic attack since I was a child.”
“Are you okay now?” Her eyes went from Luke to Joe, then behind him to where Chief Blake stood with the rest of his family.
He nodded again. For some reason, he didn’t want to let her go. She was here, warm and solid and, right in that moment, keeping him from losing his shit.