“What if you’re in more danger because of me?” he insisted, with the same intensity and surety as gravity. Unalterable. Unstoppable. Unshakable. And it knocked the breath right out of me. “I’m not, Ranger, and I don’t want you to go,” I whispered, my heart pounding with dread. It was more than that. I wanted him here. I wanted his midnight baking sessions and the encyclopedic entertainment of his conversations. And I wanted him. His kisses. His touch. And the thought of being without that after all these weeks… “I want you here, Ranger.” I slid my tongue along my bottom lip. “I want my
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