Wreck released her right hand and brushed her hair off her neck. He cupped her there and lowered his lips to her ear. “Until tonight, nothing could hurt me.” “I hurt you?” she asked, horrified. He smiled tiredly. “It’s a good thing, Timber. Someone should be able to protect the world from me. You can.” Gooseflesh rippled up her arms. “I don’t want to protect the world from you. I want to keep you safe.”
