He laughed, and the joyful sound jolted her back. She did not expect something as light and genuine as that to come out of the wall of man sitting beside her.
“I’m not going to kill you.”
“Then why haven’t you run away? Most guys would have by now. Usually I’m a delight, or at least I think I am, but when I have an attack, I get a little nutty.”
“I’ve seen too much in my life to scare easily.” He peered across the street. The hard lines around his eyes softened. “I really am sorry. I’ve been gone for so long that I sometimes forget I’m no longer in a warzone.”
She nodded. “I had a feeling you were military.”
He angled his gaze to her, and her skin flushed at the attentiveness in his eyes. “How?”
“You walk like you’re on a mission—focused and undisturbed, yet completely aware of your
