Letty made a sound in her throat.
“Letty?” Livvy asked.
Letty’s gaze drifted past the glass to the water. “There’s someone here,” she said.
“I gathered,” Livvy replied. “Tell me about him.”
“Wyatt.”
“Occupation?”
“Security. Former SEAL.”
Livvy chuckled. “Of course.”
“He’s steady,” Letty said, the word coming easier than she expected.
“Steady how?”
“He doesn’t overreact, doesn’t posture or panic…”
“And?”
“And when he looks at me, I don’t feel like I have to be the strongest person in the room.”
Silence hummed between them. “That’s rare,” Livvy said quietly.
“Yes.”
“Do you trust him?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in Letty’s voice.
“That was fast.”
“It wasn’t,” Letty murmured. “It feels like I’ve known him longer.”
Livvy exhaled. “Does he know I want you to come to Dallas?”
“Yes.”
“Are you?”
Letty pivoted, scanning the marina. Her eyes caught the cannery beams, the screens, and the reflection of the ocean on the glass. “I don’t belong inland,” she admitted.
Livvy was quiet. “No.” She exhaled. “You don’t.”
Something inside her relaxed at that confirmation.
“Does he make you believe you have to choose?” Livvy asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
“Livvy?”
“Yes?”
