around my ribs. “I-I think so.” “Halley, I’m sorry. That asshole came into my lane and—” I unbuckled my seatbelt and threw myself into his arms over the console. He didn’t hesitate, wrapping me up in his embrace as I inhaled leather and soap, ridding myself of the scent of angry rubber and near-death. Gathering me close, Reed buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily as we both came down from the rush of panic. “You’re okay.” He peppered kisses along my throat. “I got you. You’re okay.”
