: Part 3
He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but notice. "You don't want to know," he said, confirming my suspicion.
"You're smiling," I pointed out, trying to make sense of the situation. "Does that mean there were no casualties?"
"Not among the good guys," he assured me, which was reassuring, but still, the whole situation was too scary for me to fully process. At least it was good news.
I nestled my cheek against his chest once more and mumbled, "Good to know."
He responded with a gentle squeeze, and then he carefully led me out of the elevator and into his Camaro. I must have dozed off again, as the next thing I remember was waking up when the engine stopped humming. We had parked, and he helped me out of the car and through a door. It was evident that I wasn't home, but I
