she hissed.“Ivy? Ivy, are you hurt?” He looked down into her face. His wet hair dripped water onto her forehead as he knelt in front of her.She stared at him, gasping. “Tim? Is it you?”“Are you all right? What happened?” He looked frantically at her, searching for signs of injury. Something, anything, that would explain the terror in her eyes. “What is going on? Why were you running?”She sat up and fell into his arms, crying, hiccupping and laughing all at the same time. He held her gently, as if she were made of delicate ice crystals, pressing his warm cheek to her forehead. He exhaled. Whatever it was, he could handle it, as long as she was safe.“It’s okay, Ivy. It’s okay now. Whatever happened, it’s over.” He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, chafing her arms to warm her.“A man. There.” She stabbed a finger behind her. “He tried to grab me, but I kicked him. He was following me earlier. I saw him in town this morning, too.”Tim stared.
