Banks nods. “My four,” he suddenly says to Thatcher. “I see them,” Thatcher replies, but he never shifts his gaze or hand off me. I just now notice a few men ogling me from afar. Not nicely either. I’d say snidely is more like it. I lean more of my weight against Thatcher. He pulls me closer to his chest, and I feel his heavy heartbeat that thumps in a calming rhythm.
