The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Course I have. Ever since that night with Magdalena.” I traced the lapel of his coat. “Life’s too short. Or well, potentially very long in my case, if you’d…” I trailed off, letting the words hang in the air between us. His hands tightened on my waist. “Flynn…” The way he said my name, like a prayer and a warning all at once. “You’ll never be alone again,” I whispered.
