He caught up in seconds as she stalked toward the road, pulling her back into him and spinning her around to face him, tear-stained and all, and it just hit him in the stomach like a punch. He could never handle Emma crying; she rarely did it, and he felt like the biggest dickhead on the planet when she did. He hated seeing her cry. It wounded him in ways he could never explain.

She tried to fight him off angrily sobbing, but he folded her into his embrace, pushing his face into her ...