“Come ’ere.” Travis transfers the Colt to his left hand, gives her a side-on hug. “Breathe. It’s all right.” “It’s all right,” she repeats, muffled against his shirt. She breathes deeply a couple times, inhaling his scent. “You okay?” “Travis—” Before he moves away, Emma does something she’s been thinking about for a long time. She leans into him. Kisses his neck, where his skin smells hot and good. When she steps back, everything feels better. “Now I’m okay.”
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