Kyle uttered those words as if this would be her last chance to say yes. “I’m sure,” she said. She was sure of her answer the last ten times he asked her too. “I’m fine. Stop worrying so much.” She had never given Kyle the impression that she needed him to play her protector, but he always seemed to do it anyway. She just wanted a friend, not a big brother, but he was so lovingly protective that she had a hard time being angry with him. He worried too much, now more than before, and that worry was growing in severity even before anybody had tried to kill her. Of course, she had only told him about the one incident, the one with the car, not everything else. He didn’t need that burden on his shoulders, and she didn’t need him camping out on her couch. He didn’t need to worry about her either. She could take care of herself, plus, Thomas would be spending the night—again. Thinking about Thomas made her lips curve upward into the most salacious smile. Before she left his office she had been sure he was going to kiss her again.
