Using their clasp, he slowly drew her back in. She watched him carefully with those wide, blue eyes, but neither did she resist when he kissed her again.
This time it wasn’t at all about who they’d been.
Somehow, at least for today, Ivy had become the only sensible thing in his world. A day that had begun so normally had spun out of control. And when she’d explained her theory of panic was the moment he’d understood what was really throwing him off his usual even keel.
His problem wasn’t all of that other noise—that was merely making him a little nuts. His problem, since the moment she’d stepped off that helicopter onto the close-trimmed grass of the South Lawn, was Ivy Hanson.
He’d sworn at her, cursed her right to her face, and her response had been to sincerely try to help him. Cool
