Relief courses through me so rapidly, I grow lightheaded. “You’re here.” Knox’s eyes flick to the half-empty wine glass and he frowns. “You’re drinking.” “I’m nervous.” My voice drops to a whisper, “You’ve been gone so long, I thought they locked you up.” A weary sigh leaves him. “It actually went better than I thought it would.” His strides eat up the distance between us. “Everything is fine. We’re not suspects, and even if we were, they have nothing on us.” He tips my chin. “And they never will…unless one of us confesses.”
