“That...shouldn’t...have happened.”

Jack leaned his forehead against hers. “I’ll ask Declan to get someone else to go with you tomorrow. I’m not fit to be your protector.”

Anne stared up into his eyes. “It’s been a wild day. Our emotions are high. This could have happened to anyone.” She stepped out of his arms and smoothed her hands over her shirt, her gaze anywhere but at him. “I still want you. I mean, I still want you to come with me. You’ve saved my life twice. I trust you to keep doing it.”

He held up his hand as if swearing on a stack of bibles. “I promise not to do that again.”

She held up her hand to stop him. “In case you didn’t notice, you weren’t the only one kissing in that scenario.”

Jack couldn’t erase the feeling her lips had left on his. He wanted to kiss her again. And again.

But that couldn’t happen.

Anne’s life depended on it.