I pushed at his head and waited for him to lean up. My eyes found his, my words sincere. “Thank you for taking on my father.”
Golden eyes softened. “You’re welcome, beautiful.”
I stood on tiptoe, and he obliged by bending down. I kissed him.
He grinned against my mouth. “Remind me to be more gallant. I like the results.”
I nipped at his bottom lip. Softly.
Alaric cleared his throat, much too loudly. “Hate to break up the reunion, but we do have somewhere to be in an hour.”
Rune sobered immediately, his brows lowering as he placed his forehead against mine. He whispered—so quietly, “I don’t want to do this.”
This time, Alaric didn’t make a rude comment. In fact, he turned away and gave us privacy as he trudged up the iron stairs to his train. He stated over his shoulder, “I have your suit inside. You can change on the way there.”
My fingers tightened on the back of his shirt. With our eyes only an inch apart, I held his agonized gaze. There were no real words to say to him. Nothing helps when you lose a best friend.
So I held him even closer and didn’t look away.
