“Hold it.” Rachel’s order snapped out as she thumped a fist against Zack’s chest. “Oh, the pair of you are a real prize. He doesn’t know how to say thank you, and you’re too stupid to see he was so overwhelmed he was practically on the verge of tears.”

“That’s bull. He all but tossed it back in my face.”

“Idiot. You gave him a dream. It’s very possibly the first time anyone ever understood what he wanted, deep down, and gave him a shot at it. He didn’t know how to handle it, Zack, any more than you would.”

“Listen, I—” He broke off and swore, because it made sense. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Nothing.” Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled it toward hers to kiss him. “Nothing at all. I’m going to go talk to him, okay?” She pulled back and started for the door.

“Rachel.” He took a deep breath before crossing to her. “I need you.” He watched surprise come into her eyes as he took her hands and brought them to his lips. “Maybe I don’t know how to handle that, either.”

Something fluttered around her heart. “You’re doing all right, Muldoon.”

“I don’t think you understand.” He didn’t, either. “I really need you.”

“I’m right here.”

“But are you going to stay here, once your obligation to Nick is over?”

The fluttering increased. “We’ve got a couple of weeks before we have to think about that. It’s…” Steady, Rachel, she warned herself. Think it through. “It’s not just Nick I care about.” She tightened her fingers on his briefly before drawing away. “Let me go find him. We’ll talk about the rest of this later.”

“Okay.” He stepped back from her, and from what he was feeling. “But I think we are going to have to talk about it. Soon.”

With a quick nod, she hurried down the steps. Rio merely gestured toward the front of the bar, and, grateful she didn’t have to talk for a moment, she went out to look.

She found him standing on the sidewalk with his hands balled in his pockets, staring at the late-afternoon traffic. Oh, she knew a portion of what he was feeling. How Zackary Muldoon could get inside you and pull your emotions apart before you had a chance to defend yourself.

Later, she promised herself, she would think about what he’d done to her emotions. For now, she would concentrate on Nick.

She stepped up beside him and brushed at the hair on his shoulders. “You doing okay?”

He didn’t look at her, just continued to watch the fits and starts of traffic. “Why did he do that?”

“Why do you think?”

“I didn’t ask him for anything.”

“The best gifts are the ones we don’t ask for.”