What in the hell had just happened out there? “You have to go,” she announced abruptly. “I—I can’t. I’m staying here.” Kira continued weaving without looking up, studying each spoke as she slid a variety of beads over the blunt tips. “I’m sorry,” she said distractedly. “Who are you and what have you done with my friend, Tessa?” “Sorry,” Tessa said, trying hard to corral her thoughts. What did Roan mean by holding on to her? What nonsense had he been spouting out there? Surely she wasn’t going to buy into that load of crap. He hadn’t the first clue what she was about and he was being all knight in shining armor. What was up with that?” “But it’s the best thing. You go. I stay.” Kira set the delicately woven waxed linen basket down on her work table and shifted her gaze to Tessa. Upon looking at her, she lifted a brow. “What happened to ye? You look like ye’ve run a marathon. Was it rough as all that out there gettin’ the photos set up?” Tessa frowned.
