one of the rose quartz earrings dangling from her earlobes. Wade offered her his elbow, and she tucked her hand into it allowing him to escort her inside. His spicy male scent made her want to lean closer, but she controlled herself.
“Thanks for waiting for me.”
“Of course.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t know many people, so I thought you might not mind my company.”
“I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”
He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Lose the formality, darling. I don’t intend to bring up the video now. Today is about Ty and Jamie, but after the reception we'll have a discussion.”
She couldn’t say for sure if the chills running down her spine were from his closeness or the nervous anticipation of knowing he wanted to talk about her misstep. As soon as she’d seen the news segment that evening, she’d recognized her mistake. He’d specifically asked her to keep a low profile and not do anything that might antagonize the killer, and she’d gone and publicly challenged him.
Emily believed it was the nickname the reporter had given the killer which had caught the national news media’s attention, but the sensationalized story was now front and center, and she’d made herself a target for the killer despite her promise to be cautious.
When they reached the third row of seats from the front, Wade gestured for her to be seated and then took the spot beside her.
“You look beautiful, Em.”
“Thank you.” She tucked a curl behind her ear. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Bought the suit for my sister’s wedding. It cost a fortune, so I’m glad to have another reason to wear it.”
She ran her hand down his bicep. “It looks great on you.”
“Thank you.” He turned to face front.
“This is weird,” she said.
“Why is that?”
“I feel like we’re on a date.”
“That was Jamie’s intention. Another one of her schemes to interfere in my life.”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have come had I realized what she was doing.” Her hands trembled, so she folded them in her lap.
“If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be,” Wade covered her hands with one of his.
His words slowly sank in. He’d known Jamie was trying to pair them off, but he’d waited for her and accompanied her to her seat despite his friend’s meddling.
As much as she tried to convince herself her feelings had faded, it was impossible to deny them any longer. Wade Brunner still held her heart in the palm of his hand, and she wasn’t sure how to protect herself from him. If he chose, he could crush her again. A tear slipped past her defenses, and she brushed it away before he could take notice.