Without thinking, Chris cupped Marcus’s cheek. The stubble felt good against her hand. The pain behind his eyes ripped at her heart. “We’re okay.” Marcus’s voice was understandably shaky. His house had burned, and he’d almost lost his dog. No doubt, the things he’d kept to remind him of his wife were lost to him. Gone forever. “Poor thing, he’s had a rough time today.” “Let’s wait in the car. This dog needs some quiet time.” Marcus shifted the animal in his arms. His love for Diablo touched her heart. Maybe she even felt a pang of jealousy. Other than her family, she’d never had anyone who loved her that much. Oh, there had been a few near misses, but that was long ago. She hadn’t dated since Chelsea’s murder. “Good idea.” She tapped the firefighter on the shoulder and told him where he could find them. A question lay on the tip of her tongue as she joined Marcus in the car. One she didn’t want to ask. If her guess was right, he’d never forgive her.
