She sags under my touch the smallest bit and leans into me, and damn . . . that one little movement shows more trust than most people ever convey. “Hi,” I whisper. “You doing okay?” She nibbles her bottom lip and nods. “My sisters behaving?” I ask, aware they’re watching the whole interaction with interest. I haven’t brought a woman around my family since high school. This should basically tell them all they need to know. “Yes.” She smiles, and Lennox reaches for me.
