Whole Foods was busy for a Sunday afternoon. Wyatt grabbed a cart, his hand immediately finding the small of her back as they entered. That touch she was starting to crave. That constant reminder that he was there, watching for danger and protecting her.

"I need to make a call," he said quietly, steering them toward the produce section. "Stay close."

He pulled out his phone, keeping one hand on the cart and watched the area while he dialed.

"Nate," he said when the call connected. No ...