Grayson's arms tightened around Honey. "I can't lose you," he whispered against her temple, his voice rough with emotion. "When Amanda called, saying Riley had confronted you, then to find out about Paul with the beer... I wanted to beat the living shit out of them—" He broke off, unable to voice the dark possibilities that had flooded his mind.

Honey pressed closer, her palms flat against the slick planes of his chest. "I'm sorry I scared you. I just couldn't sit there and let him think I ...