Melanie could feel the day brightening, one tiny bit at a time. She knew she was being irrational, knew her past wasn’t really a vicious bounty hunter seeking to repossess her soul; it only felt that way. Except it didn’t feel that way with Joshua.
From the moment she’d taken his arm, it was as if all her willpower was gone. Her panic-level desperation to run, to get somewhere safe, had simply drained away. When she was losing control, he had simply taken it. Then he’d led her here where the people didn’t press about her so.
She had meant to give him a brief hug of thanks, but her body had other ideas and she’d clung to him like a lover, never wanting to move again. His arms were strong, solid. His shoulder perfect to lean her cheek on. Right at the base of his neck was a place she could
