MARTHA POV
The worst part was that I could’ve asked him to bring me home, and he would have done that.
But I didn’t. Neither did I really ask him to bring me to Pete.
That was the truly horrifying detail my brain kept circling back to while Caelin helped me out of the car beside the lake like some deranged gentleman kidnapper straight out of a dark romance novel I would publicly judge and secretly binge at three in the morning.
Because he’d given me an out.
Sincere and a bit scared .
And yet—
My hand was still inside his.
Warm.
Huge.
Dangerously comforting.
“This is insane,” I informed him while stepping onto the grass, but I was in truth just speaking out loud about my mental short circuit.
“Probably.” He whispered, leaning in just enough to let his breath fan on my neck, send
