She knew he would never harm her. In fact, she had a feeling this was an attempt to save her somehow; she just didn’t know what he was protecting her from. “Josh, what happened?” His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and he shook his head, his jaw clenching as he swallowed. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about it yet. Where do you want to go?” He was quiet for several moments. “Our spot.” Our spot. How could two little words fill her with such contentment and hope? “Okay, we can try it. It’s a Friday night in June. It might already be taken.” “Let’s try anyway.” His hands on the wheel relaxed. She tried to release some of the tension in her neck. What had Noah done to elicit such rage from his brother? What had Blair done to instigate it? Because this had Blair’s handiwork all over it. Josh reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing with an intensity that worried her, but she kept silent.
