He let go of my hand then in order to cup the side of my face. “If it’s helping you, then I will go. In the meantime, we are going to put some security on you for a while. I know it will be a pain in the ass, especially with finishing school, but I think it’s for the best.”

“I won’t argue. If it makes things easier on you, then that’s what we’ll do. This is my last week anyway. I take two exams on Tuesday, one on Wednesday, and another on Thursday.”

“Make sure I get that schedule so I can organize things for you,” Wes informed me.

I smiled at him. “I thought you were the lawyer, not the personal assistant.”

“I’m so much more than just a pretty face who pushes papers,” he informed me, but there was humor in his tone as he did. “Do either of you need anything before I go?” I shook my head and turned to see Tucker doing the same. “Are you going to stay with him?”

“Of course, I am.”

“I’ll let the nurses know so they can make sure you get blankets and whatever else you’ll need for the night.” Wes took off after that, and I supposed he was as good as his word because thirty minutes later a nurse popped in to show me how to change one of the chairs into a bed as she offered up some linens I could use.

“I wish you didn’t have to be all the way over there,” Tucker told me as I laid everything neatly in the chair and returned to the smaller one by his side.

“If it wouldn’t hurt you, or interfere with their work, I’d climb right up here by you,” I explained as I patted the bed beside his hip.

“I had a horrible feeling about the trip,” he whispered. I glanced up as he said it because at first, I thought I’d heard him wrong.

“What?”

“I just had this feeling in my gut. When I thought about asking if you’d go, something told me not to. Honestly, I figured it was just because exams were coming up and there was no way you could get around them. Then, when we were boarding the plane, I felt sick. Never, in all my years of traveling, have I been a nervous flier or felt ill during flights.” He reached over and took my hand then. “I almost canceled and would have if the damn trip wasn’t so important. Someone was messing with the factory, and we couldn’t get their legal system to step in at all unless we were there in person, with proof.”

“I get it. You probably just had some sort of sixth sense causing all your apprehension. It happens to people all the time.”

“I should have listened.”

“That’s something we talk about in therapy,” I admitted. “I felt off that night, before I went to the party. Everything felt wrong when I got there, and still I stayed against my better judgement.”