Sagging against the bars of her cell, she wept silently as she savored the security and reassurance she found in David’s touch. "Feel better?" he asked several minutes later. Swallowing her tears, she managed a faint, "Yes." He squeezed her hand. "Emma, don’t cry. There’s no need, at least not now." "I know." She drew in a shuddery breath. "I didn’t mean to go all soggy on you, but I’ve been so frightened." "With good reason," he reminded her. "You aren’t alone, babe, so hang on to me for as long as you need." "What did I tell you about that ‘babe’ stuff?" she groused. He chuckled. She wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks with her free hand, and then held her breath when he began a slow exploration of each one of her fingers. He paused at the tips to run his thumb along the edge of her trimmed nails before he deliberately trailed his fingertips across the back of her hand. Emma tumbled into the rainbow of sensations that shimmered just below the surface of her skin.
