Once again in the elevator, I huddled the gun safes close to my chest. I'd been so stupid to leave them in a different bag. To not have grabbed them the first trip. I could have gotten three very important men hurt. Or worse. I shuddered as I cut the thought off.
"You okay?" Ryker asked softly.
I nodded. Tried to smile. Words came gushing out of my mouth. "I'm so sorry. Sorry for not doing a better job. Sorry for not taking care of the guns the way I know I should. I could have gotten you shot. If the person who'd taken them..." I trailed off as nightmare after nightmare ran through my mind.
"Hey." He pulled me into his arms. "Nothing happened. We've had a pretty emotionally draining couple of days. No one got hurt."
"This time," I muttered into his chest. I rubbed my forehead back a
