“Give him to me,” he demanded, arms outstretched. “I’ve got him.” Gram let me go and without a second thought, I stumbled into his embrace. Pine trees, cocoa, expensive cologne. Well-worn flannel. Solid muscle. Warmth. “You heard all that, didn’t you? You sweet thing.” Trent rocked me back and forth, letting me sag against him as he took all my weight. Tears spilled onto his collar, onto the salty sweet skin of his throat, but he didn’t mind. “Let it all out, Miley.” He held me tight. “I can carry it.” And he could.
