Christopher's arms tightened around her, his embrace offering not just physical closeness but a shield against any worries that might try to seep in. His voice, a mixture of relief and gentle reproach, broke the stillness. "You know, you have a knack for giving me heart attacks. Don't do this ever again."
His furrowed eyebrows showed the intensity of his worry. "You are all alone here. What will you do if you have discomfort?"
His concern for her tugged at a cord in her heart.
"Relax, my dear husband," she coaxed, her index finger caressing his jawline. "I am not alone. And let me remind you that you have a guard assigned to me." She pointed to her car, which was parked on the other side of the street. "Look over there."
