When she looked up at Becket, it was to find him watching her closely.
She shook her head. “I know you’re not a dog person, so you probably don’t—”
“He was your family.”
Tears gathered in her eyes. He was. And she’d let him down. “Running the doggy daycare and the fundraisers helps, but nothing completely takes the ache away.”
“Nothing ever will. But you’ll get better at living with it.”
Her frown deepened. He said it like he understood. And so few people ever understood. Not her parents. Not her friends in Cheyenne, who she didn’t even talk to anymore.
She blinked back the tears. She did not want to cry. Not here, not now. “I’m going to get my wheat bag from my bedroom.”
“Stay. Rest. I’ll get it.”
Why did kind, sympathetic Becket feel more dangerous than the jerk-next-door version?
She nodded and watched him move up the stairs, the thick muscles in his thighs stretching his jeans.
He’d only been gone a few seconds when a knock came at the door.
She wasn’t expecting anyone. Could it be Jesse again?
She rose, and the second she opened the door, she regretted not looking in the peephole first.
Tony. Two visits in one day were far too many. “What are you doing here?”
“Your father called and told me what happened.”
Her father had called Tony? Even after she’d told him she was fine and that Becket was with her and taking care of things?
Without a word from her, he walked inside and touched her arm. “Are you okay?”
“Tony—”
He tensed, his gaze going behind her.
Then warmth covered her back. And for the second time that day, Becket was there to save her from Tony.
* * *
Un-fucking-believable.
He was gone for two damn seconds and the asshole was inside Sky’s house,touchingher.
Becket narrowed his eyes at the hand on Sky’s. This idiot was obviously smarter than he looked, because he dropped his hand and moved back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, making damn sure to add just enough edge so the guy knew how close Becket was to losing his calm.
“Like I just told Sky,” Tony said slowly, “I’m checking on her.”
“No need. I’m here.”You know, her fucking boyfriend. As far as Tony was aware, anyway.
Tony cleared his throat before looking back at Sky. “Do you need anything? Food? Coffee? Someone to talk to?”
Was he for real? Becket opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Sky got in first.
“I’m okay. I’ve actually got a bit of a headache, and we were about to rest.” Then she leaned into Becket, her arm wrapping around his waist as she rested her head on his chest. “Thank you for coming though.”
