THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Watch your step-stairs ahead."
Lucian's hand settled firm at her elbow, guiding her upward. His voice was warm, easy-enough to loosen the knot that had been tight between her shoulders since they left the car.
"Did you intentionally not get me a cane?" She pouted as he readjusted his grip to keep her from tipping sideways on the risers.
A low laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her arm where she'd brushed against him. "How'd you guess?"
She made a face-though she knew he couldn't see it-and huffed. "Because you're running yourself ragged playing nursemaid. You've got money-why not just buy me one and save us both the trouble?"
One final step, and they reached the top landing. His hand slid from her elbow to her waist, pulling her back against his body. Heat crept up her neck, settling hot in her cheeks as she stood pressed to his right side.
