Chapter 87: Evan

Tuesday. Train bound for Finland.

EVAN WAS GRATEFUL HE'D been paired with Jamie. Any of the other guys would have aggravated the situation and made it worse. But Jamie understood the delicate nature of both protecting a woman and being there for her.

Felecia's dark hair hid her face as she bent forward, head in her hands.

There was no doubt in Evan's mind that under all of this she was a good person. Worth saving. But she had him wrapped around her finger. At every turn that thread connecting them was wound tighter and tighter until he couldn't bear to even see her flinch or be sad.

"Hey?" He slid his hand across her lower back to wrap around her waist.

When she didn't pull away from him he tugged her closer. She let him pull her to his chest and cradle her there. Then the first sniffle came. She tried to muffle it, but she'd stuffed too much behind that damn of emotions.

"It's okay," he murmured and stroked her back.