“I won’t let you down.” His fingers fanned out to her cheek, his giant palm cupping half her face, his gentle touch sending quivers of delight to skip up and down her arms. A tremor rocked her torso.
“Cold?” Cinnamon flavored breath puffed so close to her lips, she could almost taste the candy herself.
Definitely. Not. Cold.
She shook her head, only a slight wag. Because if she moved anymore, his hand might drop away from her skin, dragging his warmth with him. Her heart practically thumped out of her chest.
What was wrong with her? Why was her heart betraying her?
“Lacie—” his voice came out hoarse and ragged, so unlike his typical confident tone, and she witnessed the vulnerable little boy in his eyes, the one he might’ve been before the world took his dad away too soon, before he was forced to become the head of his family prematurely.
Instinctively, her hand covered his fingers. Maybe he needed someone to protect him, too.
“Lacie, I want to talk about—”
He wanted to talk? She gulped, embarrassment heating her neck. Talking wasn’t what she had on her mind right now.