He didn’t know what had happened in the house, but he was certain of one thing—she hadn’t been “resting” when he’d found her sitting on the floor.He tightened his grip on her waist and held her close against his side.She seemed to sense his concern and turned slowly within his embrace. “I’m fine, Tag, really.” Her green eyes were full of questions, but her smile never wavered. “We’ll make this quick, anyway,” he promised. The woman was amazing, the way she stayed within her role even when she obviously wasn’t feeling all that well. He definitely owed Betsy Mae for sending Lee in her stead.“But, Tag?” She placed one hand on his chest, just over his heart. He wondered if she felt it flip into overtime. “We need to talk . . .”“Later,” he whispered. He covered her hand with his just as his grandmother called out to them.“Well, there you are! I was beginning to wonder if you two lovebirds went and found yourselves another dark, private corner somewhere.”
