Having a woman fall into his arms sounded like a compliment. But having one actually pass out while kissing him? That was new.
Zach strode into the emergency department at Massachusetts General Hospital with Kiera cradled in his arms.
“You can put me down now.”
He didn’t respond. His jaw was clenched too tightly.
She’d been unconscious for only two minutes, but he’d already been on his way to the ambulance with her when she’d awakened. He’d found the huge goose egg on the back of her head and made her confess that she’d had a headache and felt dizzy and a little groggy the entire time she’d been with him.
A little groggy? She’d been amazing, helping him with patients and keeping everyone, including him, calm. And she’d been groggy during all of that? Damn. He wondered what she’d be able to do at full capacity.
“Zach! What’s going on?” Sheila, the emergency department’s receptionist, came around the front of the main desk.
“Comic Con. Concussion. Brief loss of consciousness,” he said.
“Bay four,” Sheila said. “Tom’s around here somewhere.”
The place was crazy. It was usually busy, but the majority of the serious Comic Con injuries had been brought in here, so the activity level was now frenzied.
“Thanks.” Zach started for the fourth curtained area in the room. Tom Watson was one of Zach’s favorite ER docs. He was glad Tom was going to check Kiera over.
“Kiera?” a female voice called out.
Zach turned to find Kiera’s friends, Maya and Sophie, in bay two. Sophie was on the bed and Maya was in the chair next to the bed, but she sprang to her feet when she saw Kiera in his arms.
“Oh my God, what happened?”
She was across the floor and in front of him before Zach could blink.
“Nothing. I just have a little headache,” Kiera told her.
Zach frowned. “It’s not nothing. She has a concussion. She was hit in the head at some point but didn’t tell anyone. She fainted.”
Maya looked up at him. “Not really what I meant when I said you should take care of her.”
He scowled, but Maya didn’t look impressed. Or intimidated. She crossed her arms and frowned right back at him.
“Yeah,” he said shortly.
He felt the same damned way. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t need to defend himself. But fuck. He couldn’t shake the feeling of panic that had hit him when Kiera had gone limp in his arms. She’d been with him all day and he hadn’t noticed anything. But he should have. This was what he did for a living. He took care of people. Hell, his job was who he was—a lifesaver, a hero. At least until six months ago when his sister had been killed and his world and family crumbled around him. Now it seemed he couldn’t get a fucking thing right. Not even recognizing a head injury in a woman he’d spent a solid two hours with.
Yeah, he was doing a bang-up job at the hero thing.
Kiera wiggled, and he tightened his hold. That streak of panic was probably why he hadn’t let go of her since she’d fainted. That and needing to prove that he could take care of her. And he wasn’t letting go of her yet. He wasn’t putting her down until there was a bed under her and a doctor looking her over.
“Zach—” Kiera started.
“Give me another minute,” he told her firmly. Of course she didn’t need him to carry her. This was all about him. He’d gone through the concussion protocol in the ambulance. He’d put an ice pack on her head. He’d brought her here. That was what he could do. That was what he would have done for anyone with a head injury.
But it didn’t feel like enough.
He headed for bay four, Maya right on his heels. He could feel the protective mama bear vibes coming off her, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he heard the doctor say Kiera was fine. He put her down on the bed and made himself take his hands off her and step back. He didn’t want to. He wanted to keep touching her, as if, somehow, that would ensure she was alright.
Kiera looked up at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”
He laughed humorlessly. “No.”
“You didn’t hurt me, Zach. And I’ll be fine.”
“But I didn’t—”
Tom Watson strode through the curtain just then. “Zach, what’s the situation?”
“Concussion.” He rattled off her assessment scores and recounted her symptoms and how long she’d been unconscious.
“How’d it happen?” Tom checked Kiera’s pupils, then had her turn her head so he could see the lump.
Zach shook his head. “I didn’t see it. It was before—”
Tom looked over at him. “I was asking Kiera.”
“Right.” Zach shut up, but it was hard to just stand there.
“I don’t remember,” Kiera said. “I was too busy worrying about getting to Maya and Sophie. I saw them both get hit, and I guess it just blanked my own injuries out.”
“It’s not uncommon to have a temporary loss of memory, particularly of the injury, with a concussion,” Tom told her.
“I just have a headache,” Kiera protested. “I’m fine.”
“Kiera,” Maya said with a frown. “Stop it.”
“I’d like to get a CT,” Tom went on. “Since no one saw the injury, and based on your assessment scores, I’d like to do it just to be sure.”
“But—” Kiera started to protest.
“Kiera, let him do his job.” The softer appeal came from Sophie, the curvy blonde who had made her way to Kiera’s bedside.
“You shouldn’t be up,” Kiera protested when she saw her friend.
“I’m okay to walk five feet,” Sophie assured her. “My neck is fine. That was the main concern.”
“I’ll get the CT ordered,” Tom said, and stepped beyond the curtains.
Zach resisted the urge to follow. What would he ask him? He knew everything Tom knew at this point. But he felt as if he needed to be doing something.
“I hope this doesn’t take long,” Kiera said to her friends. “You guys have already been here for so long.”
“It’s been a madhouse,” Maya said. “They really just got both of us fully admitted and evaluated and everything. We’ve both had X-rays and CT scans too.”
“But you’re okay?” Kiera asked, concern lacing her tone.
“They’re moving us upstairs for observation overnight, but mostly yes,” Sophie told her.
Kiera looked on the verge of tears as she took that in. “God, you guys. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Zach heard himself say.
Everyone turned to look at him.
He frowned. “Well, it’s not.” But why did he feel the need to jump in and defend her?
“I talked them into going to Comic Con today,” Kiera said.
“Well, it was Maya insisting that you get out of the house that prompted it,” Sophie said with a smile. “If she hadn’t nagged you, you’d still be up in your room working.”
Kiera shot a look at Zach and then frowned at her friend. “Okay, that’s…all we need to say about that.”
“You’re the one that said she had to pick a place with more than five other people and had to stay out longer than two hours,” Maya said to Sophie.
“You guys,” Kiera protested, her cheeks pink.
“You were the one that didn’t check the calendar. If you’d seen the date, you would have known she’d pick Comic Con,” Sophie told Maya.
Maya sighed. “True. But Comic Con shouldn’t have counted as social anyway,” she said. “That was basically work for her.”
“You didn’t say it couldn’t involve work,” Sophie said. “You just said it had to be out of the house and in clothes other than her Galactic Renegades pajama pants.” She grinned at Kiera. “She’s definitely not in her pajamas.”
“You guys,” Kiera said, her voice firmer. “Enough.”
Zach couldn’t help it. He was intrigued.
Someone arrived just then to take Kiera for her CT scan. Zach stepped forward as she started to get up from the bed to move to the wheelchair. He took her arm and more or less lifted her into it.
She gave him a sweet smile that made him want to kiss her and insist on going along with her. Hell, part of him wanted to carry her to the test. All of which was ridiculous. When he stepped back, he caught Maya and Sophie exchanging a look.
He was making an ass of himself. Terrific.
As the tech rolled Kiera down the hall, Zach took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to wait around,” Maya said to him. “We’ll be here. And Rob can come and pick her up.”
Rob? Who the fuck was that? Zach relaxed the scowl he felt on his face before he turned. “I’m good. I think I’ll stick around.”
“Just to be sure she’s okay?” Maya asked.
“Yeah.”
“You give such personal service to all of the people you bring to the hospital?”
Zach realized what was going on. These were Kiera’s best friends. They were checking him out. But he couldn’t explain to them what he was feeling. Responsible? Sure. But it was more than that. As an EMT, he typically dropped people off at the ER and headed out again. So hanging out to see how things turned out for Kiera would be unusual.
He didn’t care. “Nope,” he said simply.
Maya nodded. “Okay.”
While Kiera was being scanned, Zach figured he’d run down to the locker room and change. He was off duty now and would head out as soon as he knew Kiera’s status. He didn’t have time to be hanging out in the ER all day and night. Hell, he shouldn’t still be here now.
He not only didn’t have time for another relationship in his life, he didn’t have the energy for it. Relationships took work. He’d learned that the hard way when he’d lost his sister Josie. He hadn’t been there for her. He hadn’t been paying attention. And now she was gone.
He was trying to give his other sister, Aimee, the time and attention she needed, but he felt as if he was losing her too. Not physically, maybe, but emotionally. No, physically too. She holed up in her room on her damned computer for all her waking hours. She gamed and slept. She didn’t go out, she didn’t eat anything but cereal, she didn’t even shower some days. So yeah, physically she wasn’t doing so well either.
He barely had energy left for his parents, who weren’t doing much better than Aimee. Zach had plenty of people he needed to help. He didn’t have the time for a warrior princess, no matter how kick-ass and gorgeous she was.
By the time he checked out with Troy and changed and grabbed his stuff, Zach had convinced himself not to stop back in the ER to check on Kiera. Her friends were there. She wasn’t his responsibility.
He got halfway down the hall before he amended the plan. He’d check on her quickly and then get the hell out. But the moment he stepped into the emergency department and Kiera looked up and smiled at him, he realized he was screwed. He couldn’t walk out. He was here for her until…hell, he didn’t even know. Until he was sure she didn’t need him anymore, he supposed. Maya and Sophie were there, each in a chair by Kiera’s bed, but still he strode to her bedside, planting himself there for the foreseeable future.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her.
“Like everyone is fussing over me,” she said.
“Good,” he told her. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Kiera isn’t very good at being the center of attention,” Sophie said. “I can’t get her onstage at the theater for anything.”
Kiera rolled her eyes. “You should appreciate that I’m not trying to steal the spotlight from you.”
Sophie laughed. “You’ve got me there.”
Theater. Something else Zach knew very little about. But the mention of being onstage made him think of his sister. Josie had loved the spotlight. She’d been doing a show with her band the night she’d been killed. Her love of the stage had been the reason she’d been on the road so late.
He cleared his throat. “How’s your head?” he asked, focusing on Kiera again.
“Hurts,” she admitted.
“That might be like that for a few days,” Tom said, stopping at the end of Kiera’s bed. “But your scan is clear.”
Thank God, Zach thought.
“You have a moderate concussion,” Tom went on. “And it could progress over the next seventy-two hours. We’ll need to keep an eye on you, and you’ll need physical and cognitive rest.”
Kiera slumped back against her pillows, but Maya sat up straighter. “What’s that mean?” she asked.
“Concussions can be tricky. The next couple of days will require monitoring so we know what we’re dealing with. You need to avoid anything physically exerting,” Tom said. “For the next twenty-four hours, you’ll need to be pretty quiet in general. No jogging, jumping, sports of any kind.”
“Not a problem,” Kiera muttered.
“And cognitive rest means just what it sounds like. Nothing that involves much focus or concentration, nothing stimulating. With kids and teens, we keep them out of school for a few days. You’ll need to take a couple of days off work. At least.”
“Awesome,” Maya said brightly.
Kiera frowned at her. She focused back on Tom. “What’s ‘at least’ mean?”
“It means it depends on your symptoms. You need to be symptom-free before you’re back to full activities. You can slowly work back up to full time, but you have to pay close attention to how you’re feeling—headache, dizziness, nausea, feeling slow or groggy, trouble focusing. We’ll give you a guide that outlines some of the things you might experience and what to do and not do.”
Kiera was chewing her bottom lip, looking thoughtful, and Zach wondered what was going through her head.
“We’ll be sure she doesn’t do anything she’s not supposed to do,” Sophie told Tom.
“We’ll absolutely keep her away from work and the computer,” Maya added. “We’re completely on board with that.”
“Hey,” Kiera said. “He didn’t say I had to stay away completely.”
“She works fourteen hours a day, every day, on a computer,” Maya told Tom. “Her work is very creative and stimulating and takes a lot of concentration. She sleeps weird hours—like two or three hours at a time and then is up again for a few hours and then sleeps again. She eats cereal for at least fifty percent of her meals. And she hardly exercises or socializes or does anything non–work related.”
Zach had been watching Kiera’s eyes during Maya’s recitation. They’d grown progressively wider as her friend listed her behaviors for the doctor and, at the end, her mouth even dropped open.
Zach was torn between being amused and thinking, Of course. It wasn’t that she was a workaholic. That he understood. He loved his job and was totally committed. But the never leaving her room, wearing pajamas all day, and eating cereal all the time was too familiar. The woman he’d been unable to walk away from all damned day did all the things that made him nuts with Aimee? Yep, of course.
“Kiera, it’s very important that you take care of yourself during this recovery period,” Tom said. “The first seventy-two hours are when we can see a progression of symptoms, but patients can experience residual effects from a concussion up to a year, sometimes longer.”
Kiera frowned at him. “A year? Or longer?”
Tom nodded. “You should recover completely. On average it takes about a week. But sometimes there are issues that linger.”
Zach felt his stomach knot. He knew everything Tom was saying, but watching Kiera’s eyes fill with worry got to him. “If you take it easy, you can minimize the chances of it getting worse or lasting,” Zach said.
She looked up at him. “Fine,” Kiera finally agreed. “I’ll stay off the computer for a day or two.”
“And if you don’t, I’m telling Pete,” Maya said.
Who was Pete? Zach felt a frown form.
Kiera’s eyes widened again. “No!”
Maya nodded. “Yes. If you don’t take some time off, I’m going to tell Pete what happened and that you can’t work for a while. And I’ll tell him about the fourteen-hour days stuck in your room.”
“Maya—” Kiera started.
“I’m serious, Kiera,” her friend said. “I know that Pete needs you and wants you working on this new stuff, but he won’t like that it’s all you’re doing, and you know it. I haven’t said anything so far, but this better be a wake-up call. You take care of yourself or I’m telling Pete that he needs to get you help.”
“He doesn’t,” Kiera protested. “I can do this. I want to do this.”
“I know. So show me you can be a responsible grown-up who works normal hours and has a life outside of work and I’ll leave it alone.”
Kiera sighed heavily and leaned back on her pillows again. “You’re such a bitch.”
Maya grinned. “I know.”
“Okay, so you’ll need someone with you for the next twenty-four hours,” Tom said. “I’d like them to wake you every four hours throughout the night to reassess.”
Kiera looked at her roommates.
Sophie frowned. “You’re keeping us for observation,” she reminded Tom.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Can Kiera stay with us?”
“I don’t have a reason to admit her,” Tom said. “And we’re filling up with all the Comic Con folks. I’m sorry.”
“So she has to go home,” Sophie said.
“But no one’s there to be with her,” Maya said.
“Rob can come over,” Kiera said.
“You can come home with me.” Zach heard the words come out of his mouth before he’d really thought the offer through.
Still, as he looked into Kiera’s eyes, he knew that this had been inevitable. He’d insisted on keeping her with him all day at the convention center, and that was when she’d simply been alone and shook up. As far as he’d known, anyway. Now that she was actually hurt and in need, there was nothing else he could do but take care of her.
“You do not have to do that,” Kiera said. “I’ll be fine.”
“You can’t even drive home,” he told her.
“I have twenty bucks I can use for a cab,” she said, lifting her chin.
He couldn’t help but smile. She had his twenty bucks.
“I’m taking you to my place for the night. If you need references, I know everyone in this ER. And my sister lives with me, so we won’t be alone.”
“That’s perfect,” Maya said before Kiera could protest again. “Not only will you be with her, but you’re an EMT so you know what to look for and what to do if things get worse.”
All true enough. But he didn’t miss the twinkle in Maya’s eyes.
“This is ridiculous,” Kiera said. “Zach and I just met. He can’t take on the responsibility—”
“I want to,” Zach interrupted. “If you’re uncomfortable coming home with me, I get it. Your call. But I want to do this. It’s not an imposition.”
That was all true. He did want to take care of her. He shouldn’t. But that was a whole other story.
He watched her thinking it all through and wished she’d stop turning the wheels in her mind, trying to find another solution. Her brain needed to rest. And she needed to come home with him.
Kiera looked at her friends. “I can just call Rob,” Kiera said.
“No.” Zach said it firmly. He didn’t even need to know who Rob was.
Kiera looked over again, eyebrows up. “Rob is—”
“Not necessary.” He didn’t give a shit who Rob was.
She crossed her arms again. “I’m not helpless.”
“No, you’re hurt,” he said. “And helping hurt people is what I do best.”
* * *
Kiera followed Zach to the elevator in his building. She couldn’t believe this. She was going home with Zach Ashley.
This was such a bad idea.
But it felt good to have Zach taking care of her. And that was so uncharacteristic that she actually wondered if whatever had hit her in the head had, indeed, knocked something loose.
“Come on in.” Zach unlocked the door to the apartment and swung it open, standing to the side so she could pass by him.
She took a surreptitious deep breath as she did. Yep, he smelled good.
He followed her in, tossing his duffel bag to one side.
Kiera took in the living room that opened directly off the entryway. There was a huge stone fireplace, a couch and a love seat, a coffee table and a big-screen TV. In other words, it was a very typical living room. But she still felt a little jumpy being in Zach’s very typical living room. Hanging out with him at the convention center had been one thing. There had been lots of other people and commotion. They hadn’t been alone. Now, in his living room, with only one table lamp glowing and no one else around, it definitely felt different.
“Your sister lives with you?” she asked.
He nodded. “Aimee. But she spends all of her time in her bedroom.” His expression tightened, but he didn’t say anything more. “How’s your head?”
“Better.” They’d given her medication for the pain at the hospital, and since it had kicked in, she’d been feeling a lot more like herself. She still felt as if her thoughts were coming a little slower than usual, but the dizziness and nausea had passed. She did not love the idea of being away from her computer for a couple of days—or longer—but she had to admit that the thought of looking at a computer screen right now made her wince.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I have cereal,” he said. “Three different kinds.”
She smiled. “Well, why didn’t you say so? I would have agreed to come home with you right away.”
He didn’t smile. “I suppose you should know that I have this…thing about saving people.”
No kidding. “A hero complex.”
“No.” Then he sighed. “Yeah. Kind of.”
“Your natural reaction is to insist on helping people. That’s nice,” she said. “I admire that. But you don’t have to take care of me. I can call Rob.”
“Okay, who the fuck is Rob?” he asked with a scowl. “Tell me he’s your brother.”
“Only child. He’s our neighbor.”
“Yeah, no Rob,” he said.
That hint of possessiveness made a butterfly or two flitter. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
He visibly relaxed at that. “Okay.”
She scratched her arm. The body paint was starting to itch. “Would it be okay if I took a shower before cereal?” she asked.
He cleared his throat. “Yes. Sure. Of course.”
“I don’t have any other clothes with me. Could I borrow something? Just for tonight?”
“Um, yeah, absolutely.”
He headed across the room, and she followed him through the kitchen and into the laundry room. He reached into a basket and pulled out a folded shirt and shorts. “These are Aimee’s. They should fit.”
She held the pale-blue T-shirt and hot pink running shorts up. These would work. It was far better than wearing one of his T-shirts. Even though she’d kind of hoped that would be what he offered. “Thanks.”
He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more, but then he just said, “Bathroom is the first door on the left upstairs. Towels are in the closet.”
Kiera nodded and headed for the shower. And the solitude. She just needed a chance to breathe. Alone.
As she pulled out a fluffy, fresh-smelling towel and ran the water in the spotlessly clean shower, she realized she was going to be using Zach’s soap. That seemed very intimate, and she just stood, breathing, for a moment.
She didn’t really do personal relationships. Even with Maya and Sophie, she held herself back. Not because she didn’t like them. She did. They accepted her for exactly who she was—when they weren’t worried about her turning into a hermit—and shared many of her unusual interests. They would help her out with money, transportation, probably even an alibi. But Kiera didn’t let people close. She’d had a fairly solitary childhood—an only child raised by parents so wrapped up in their work that she’d never known anything other than being alone with her books and games and imagination. And eating cereal twice a day.
Only twice in her life had she let someone get close. Once had been in third grade when she’d met her best friend, Juliet, the first person to want to hear Kiera’s ideas. The other had been just after college when she met Mitch, the first guy to make her feel special. And both times she’d gotten hurt.
Now Kiera wasn’t close to anyone. It was easier, and safer, that way.
So sharing towels and soap with a guy was not a normal thing in her life, and the fact that she was doing it now with Zach made her fidgety.
They weren’t in a relationship. They weren’t sleeping together. She wasn’t even going to see him again after Maya and Sophie were released from the hospital. She was putting way too much emphasis on how protective he’d seemed. She needed to not let that all go to her head. Or her heart.
For both their sakes, she needed to get out of the dress and the gold paint and the whole warrior princess thing and just be her geeky self. And nothing more.
It took a while to get her skin back to its normal color, but she finally stepped out of the shower smelling like Zach’s citrus-scented soap. She hadn’t even bothered to try to wash the gold stripes out of her hair. That would take more shampoo than she could comfortably borrow.
When she tried to pull her hair up into a high ponytail, it tugged on the bump on the back of her head. Damn. The ache had dulled considerably with the medication and ice, but with pressure right on the spot, it throbbed and sent streaks of pain over the top of her skull. She’d have to leave her hair down.
As she started to dress, she realized she had another little problem. She didn’t have a bra. The bodice of the dress had a built-in bra so she didn’t have to worry about straps. She was only a B cup anyway, so she didn’t need a ton of support, but the thin cotton of the T-shirt was a different story from the thick bodice and bra of the dress. And Zach’s sister was almost her size. Almost. She apparently had smaller hips and bigger breasts than Kiera, so the shorts were a little tight over her butt and the V-neck of the shirt gaped.
Finally Kiera focused on the mirror in the cabinet over the sink. She was going to go downstairs and face Zach with her hair brushed and her face clean. Zach was going to see that she was just a plain girl with a bunch of geeky interests and that they had about five minutes’ worth of things to say to one another. She had promised herself she was never going to downplay her interests or hide her passions ever again. This was her. For better or worse. But she definitely felt exposed.
With a deep breath, she grabbed her dress and cape and sword and pulled the door open.
The butterflies from earlier were suddenly back. Rather than flitting and fluttering, this time it felt as if they were running laps. Hard, fast laps.
She wet her lips and descended the steps. As she stepped off the bottom step, Zach looked over from his seat on the couch, a sports show on TV. He hit a button and the TV blinked off, then he leaned to put the remote on the coffee table as if in slow motion, his eyes never leaving her as she walked toward him.
He stood as she came close. He had changed clothes at the hospital. The jeans and T-shirt should have made him seem like a normal guy. Out of uniform he shouldn’t have made her heart trip. But it wasn’t working that way. At all.
She stopped when they were face-to-face.
“Well, damn,” he said, almost under his breath.
She lifted an eyebrow as the butterflies started kicking against the inside of her stomach. Little bastards. “You liked the dress better, I take it.” She laid the garments and the sword on the coffee table.
“I really liked the dress,” he said with a nod.
“Me too.”
In the dress and full makeup, she had been showing him her sexy fighter side. Now he’d see her stayed-up-too-late-on-the-computer and I-don’t-get-enough-vitamin-D side.
“But this is so much better.”
She looked up at him. “Excuse me?”
“The costume was stunning, but I like the real you.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say.
If she doubted his words, the look in his eyes was unmistakable. The heat was there. And it had been turned up a few degrees. Zach apparently liked the all-natural, slightly sleep-deprived, very sun-deprived look. Okay, well…
He reached out and circled her wrist with his hand, pulling her toward him. “I’ve been wondering about the real color of your skin all day.” He ran his hand up her arm, over her shoulder, and up to cup the back of her neck. “And the real feel of your skin.”
The butterflies suddenly decided to waltz instead of kickbox in her stomach, and she appreciated the switch. “Oh,” was all she managed to respond with. Again.
His thumb stroked up and down over her throat.
“You still want to kiss me?” she heard herself ask.
“So much.”
She swallowed. “But you don’t like wizards.” She was definitely saying that more for her own benefit than to remind him.
“I can make you not care about wizards for a few hours too, Kiera,” he said huskily.
She felt the corner of her mouth curl. “I don’t know, I really like wizards.”
“I, apparently, really like warrior princesses.”
A butterfly did a somersault/backflip/triple twist in her stomach.
“Just a few hours?” she asked.
“That’s all I’ve got to give.”
She could see regret in his eyes, but she did appreciate his honesty. He wasn’t promising her roses and romantic dinners. He was telling her that he was interested, but that there were limits to what he could offer.
“I can’t possibly forget about wizards for longer than that anyway.” And that was true. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, turn away from the things that were important to her.
“You have close friends who are wizards or something?” he asked with a smile.
“Something like that.” Pete and Dalton had been called wizards on more than one occasion.
“Then we’re on the same page.” Zach pulled her even closer.
They were if his page included him kissing her again…and whatever else they could get to before the sun came up. “I think we are.”