“You didn’t have to come save me, Johnny. I can take care of myself,” she murmurs. “Do I look put out by comin’? Because I sure don’t feel anything but grateful to have been here for you.” I hear her swallow before she tightens her arms around my waist and hugs me. Hugs. Me. With her cheek flat to my chest, I know she can hear the way my heart speeds to a dangerous tempo.
