He didn’t head toward town, but just then, she didn’t care. The wind whipped through the short strands of her hair, stinging her eyes. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” she said automatically. “No, you’re not.” Glancing over at Remy, she grimaced. “Okay, I’m not. But I’m not about to have a panic attack and I’m not going to go on a crying jag, either. I won’t start leaking all over you again, promise.” He reached over and rubbed the back of her neck. “Did I say I minded?” “You’re too much a gentleman to say you mind, even if you do,” she murmured. Sighing, she leaned her aching head against the headrest. “Can we just do this day over again, from the get-go?” “Will you and Law be okay?” “Yeah. At least I don’t see why we wouldn’t.” She shot him a glance from under her lashes. “But don’t ask me to … whatever, Remy. I can’t. Not with Law.” He sighed. “Yeah. I know. And I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to figure out what in the hell is going on with this woman.
