“Don’t worry,” she said in a soft tone as she reached up and stroked her thumb over my cheekbone. “It’ll be safe with me, Joe.” “What will?” “Your trust.” My survival instinct kicked into gear, demanding I ward this girl off because she was getting way too close to my weak spot. “You think I trust you?” “Maybe not yet.” She cupped my face between her hands, pressing me to look at her, and Jesus, she took the air clean out of my lungs with that move. “But you will.”
