Chapter 63

• She watched him through the window as he spoke to Gage in the yard. His posture was stiff, almost to the point of looking hostile. Emersyn didn’t have to be outside to know what they were talking about, Gage looked patient as he spoke, and Noah closed off completely. He was still blaming himself for the latch. Crossing her arms over her chest she watched him, practically studied him. This was the man that kept her from going insane or giving up. She knew nothing about him all these years, only that he had fought for her. He had risked his life for her. She didn’t need to close her eyes to remember how he looked when she saw him that night, it was burned into her memory forever. She had honestly thought she was hallucinating when he came down into that basement—it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d imagined him during a low moment. He’d never spoken in them though, so that should have been her first clue it was real. He was nothing like she’d imagined he would be like. He was so fierce and strong, even if he didn’t think he was.
• Whooshing out a breath, she watched him walk toward the little house she was waiting in. His expression told her that he was completely shut down, lost in his head. She chortled to herself, if anyone understood getting trapped in your head, it was her.
• He came in and closed the door and then stood there, looking her over from head to toe, completely avoiding eye contact. She bit her lip and forced herself to stand there and suffer his scrutiny for about ten seconds longer than she ever thought possible. “It wasn’t your fault.” She said softly.