His eyebrows pinched together as he watched me tear holes in my shirt. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

At first I thought he meant help me rip my shirt off, but the concern in his face made it clear.

I looked past him at Darby's window. "Really?"

"It's the least I can do, and I'm not going to sleep anyway."

I glanced at him, and his steady, warm gaze gave my stomach a little flip. "You've done plenty already."

"Well," he said, his lips ...