***Thursday morning***
His eyes slowly opened as his body began waking up from a restful night's sleep. The complete quietness of the room and the sensual scent of the very warm, firm body that was still wrapped in his arms was causing his own body to fight the natural urge to rise. Glancing over to the nightstand, the clock read eight o'clock, his custom piece laying just as he left it. Turning his head back toward her, he unconsciously returned his right hand to rest on her ass, his thumb slowly rubbing across her partially covered lacy cheek. His eyes took in every detail of her face, smooth lightly tanned skin, long eye lashes, a faint freckle on her chin and those full lips that felt so damn good against his. Just as he was closing his eyes, she moved her leg slightly, letting out a soft moan, moving her left hand slowly across his chest.
"Hmmmm" she softly moaned, her body not as ready as her mind to wake up. She was completely relaxed and deliciously comfortable with every inch of her body intertwined in a warmth she wasn't used to feeling. Her eyes began to flutter, as she saw brief flashes of color. Pulling her left arm closer to her, she could feel a firm, smooth chest beneath her fingers. Forcing her eyes open, she was met with his stare, immediately sending a shiver through her entire body.
He felt her shiver, "you cold?", he asked, his voice a low raspy whisper, his hands now moving over her goose pimpled body.
She couldn't find her voice, could only nod her head telling him she wasn't cold. She must have turned her head to forcefully, cause she instantly felt pain in her cheek. "Oww" she finally spoke, slightly turning her body more on her back and brought her hand up to touch her face.
Her cheek was still visibly red, the bastard's hand print not as prominent but still there. The son of a bitch had hit her so hard, a light bruise had formed on her face. He could feel his blood pressure rise, his need and want to disassemble Anthony Weston even higher this morning. Right now he wanted to know why she put herself in front of Weston.
"Why?"
Her eyes searched his, "What?"
Raising up on his arm so that he was looking down at her, "Why did you do it?" he asked, his right arm now draped across her waist, his hand cupped around her back.
Again she searched his eyes, trying to determine his mood, but his face was blank. Turning her head away from him, she immediately felt him tighten his hold.
"Hey...", he got her to turn back toward him, "Why did you do it?" he asked again.
Her mind was racing with everything that had recently happened. She had just woke up to not only find herself intimately wrapped up with Happy in her bed, but now he was interrogating her, again. She had no idea why, but being near this man caused her to have the inability to not answer him.
"Tristan." her answer simple and direct, which caused his face to slightly soften, then quickly tense back up.
"Did she tell you it was Weston?"
"No. The only thing she's ever said to me about her rape was if I ever thought she'd get over it." turning her head back toward him, her eyes finding his. "Tristan's twelve years old and has been violated in the worst possible way by a man who doesn't deserve to breathe. He raped her. He took her innocence, something she'll never get back." she finished, her eyes now fixed on the ceiling. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Clay and Jax last night, I didn't go looking to dig into this. Everything just seemed to fall into my lap and no I don't regret what I did. That man deserves nothing but hell and Tristan deserves to know that her attacker can't ever hurt her again. This had nothing to do with your club. Despite what some think, I don't go looking to insert myself into situations or private matters. I don't want people in my business or private life, so I extend the same courtesy to others.", still looking him directly in the eye, "Respect is a two way street. I'm happy to give it so long as it's returned to me."
Taking in what she had just said, his eyes went over to her cheek as his hand lightly touched it, "Bastard could've done the same thing to you." he stated, partially wanting to hear her confirm what he already knew. Weston hadn't raped her, but for his own need, he wanted her to say it.
"But he didn't." she replied, seeing his eyes relax. She had answered his questions and from the look on his face, he seemed satisfied with her responses. Now it was her turn.
"Why did you come over last night?" she asked, turning her body back toward his.
Holy shit! Again this woman had caught him completely off guard. Being on the receiving end of questioning was foreign to Happy. Truthfully, he couldn't answer her. His loyalty and devotion to his club could be one reason. She was an outsider and her unfortunate run in with Weston could cause blow back on the club inadvertently through her employment with Oswald and his ties to SAMCRO. Outside threats were quickly dealt with, but his instincts and gut told him she wasn't a threat. It enraged him to just know that she had been alone with Weston but to have seen with his own eyes her being attacked by the man set off something inside of him that he couldn't explain nor had he ever felt, but true to his nature, he put the club first.
"Needed to confirm you can keep this private." The instant the words were out of his mouth he saw her switch to "off" mode. She carefully untangled their legs, sliding herself to sit up in the bed and slowly moving herself away from him.
Of course...he was protecting the club. This was not about her...had nothing to do with her. Always in control of her emotions, she spoke directly to him, "I'll tell you the same thing I told Clay and Jax last night, I'm not trying to nose into your club. Clay has the only copy of the recorded meeting and as far as I'm concerned, I don't care what happens to that man because it won't come close to what Tristan suffered. My encounter with Mr. Weston never happened. You have my word." she finished, standing up, eager to put distance between them. He was now standing in front of her, wearing nothing but black boxers and she was mentally forcing herself to not let her eyes drift over his body, thankful her king sized bed was separating them.
She wasn't a threat. She wasn't lying. She had answered his questions without going into bitch mode or hysterically crying. She would look him dead in the eye with her responses, but now standing across the room from him, she looked flustered. Sexy as hell too. Even though she was just out of bed, wearing a worn Jack Daniels t-shirt that fell just below her ass and had a nice bruise on her lower cheek, he had never seen a more beautiful woman.
"I told you to stay away from them." he stated.
Tugging her t-shirt down, "No, you told me to stay away from Ethan Zobelle and I have, more than willingly, but nothing was ever said to me about Anthony Weston. How was I to know they're connected?" she replied, making her way around the bed, her goal to grab her robe from the bathroom.
The second she started moving, he moved toward her, meeting her at the foot of the bed, making sure he blocked her path. "This is serious, Olivia." his hands finding her waist, pulling her toward him without realizing it.
Looking up at him, "Happy, I know this is serious, but you never said Weston's name. No one gave me the "Here's who you stay away from in Charming" guide book when I moved here." She finished, her eyes scanning his face. He just stared down at her. "But I'll add him to my list of people to avoid."
His hands were almost massaging her waist, his fingers gathering small parts of her shirt as his eyes held hers. She had the same look on her face as the night he'd come to warn her about Zobelle, like she was trying to take everything in. Bringing his right hand up, he gently ran his thumb across her bruised cheek then around to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to his as he lowered his head, his goal to kiss her senseless...
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...
The irritated growl that came out of his mouth trumped her sigh of frustration. She pulled back to move around him to go and open the door only to have him stop her.
"I need to check the door." she replied, somewhat confused as she watched him pull on his jeans, quickly moving around the bed toward what she could only describe as one huge ass handgun on her night stand.
He flicked the safety off, "No, stay in here until I come back." looking over at her, his body and mind prepared to beat the shit out of whoever was at her door. Making his way down the hall, he quietly walked over to the door, looking out the peep hole. What the FUCK! Sliding the safety back on while lowering his gun, he paused, closing his eyes. Unlocking the door, he opened it quickly to find Jax, Chibs and Koz.
***45 minutes earlier***
"Damn brother, you look like shit!" Koz yelled, watching Jax make his way over.
Shaking his head at his smart ass brother, "Don't start your shit this morning, Koz. Ain't in not mood to hear it." he replied, lighting up a smoke.
"What's wrong?" asked Chibs, noticing his VP's short temper.
Rolling his neck and shoulders to ease some of the tension he'd been feeling since last night, "Let's just say that Clay didn't exactly take it easy on Olivia last night and I now have a pissed off old lady to deal with." rubbing a hand over his face, "Hasn't said one word to me since I got home late last night.", stubbing out his smoke, "goin'a head over there now and do some damage control."
"Aye, I'll ride with ya. Might need some extra charm this morning." Chibs stated, smiling at Jax giving him a firm slap on the back.
"Fuck, I'm going too." yelled Koz. "I've got exactly what that fine ass needs."
***Olivia's Condo***
They stood there, speechless. Two of them completely confused while the third was slowly beginning to feel rage. Happy stood silent and shirtless, staring at his three brothers. After about thirty seconds of silence and questioning looks between all of them, Jax was the first to speak up.
"Ugh, Hap...didn't expect to find you here." a slow smirk starting to take shape on his face. "Where's Olivia?"
Sliding his gun into the back of his jeans, he rubs a hand over his head before responding, "In her room.", turning and walking back into the great room, the three following behind him. Jax and Chibs took in their surroundings while Koz took in his brother's lack of clothing. No shirt, no shoes or socks and his belt not buckled. Mother Fucker! screamed in Koz's head. Seeing Happy look over toward him, he walked over to lean against the bar.
"Something happen?" Chibs asked, wondering if he had missed something after church last night.
Happy just shook his head no, glancing toward the hall way to her bedroom.
"Clay was pretty hard on her last night. Wanted to make sure she's okay." stated Jax. "She up?"
"Yeah. I'll get her." he answered, leaving Jax and Chibs staring at each other. Watching Happy walk out of the room, Jax noticed his black boxers and grinned.
Seeing the look on his VP's face, "Whatcha grinning at?" questioned Chibs.
Cutting his baby blues over to the Scot, "Nothing, just need to talk to Tara."
He found her making up the bed when he walked in. Adjusting the throw pillows, she paused watching him put his shirt on, "Everything okay?"
Sitting down on the chaise, he looked over to her, his eyes level with her bare thighs, "Yeah, Jax wants to talk to you." he spoke as he finished putting his boots back on.
"What now? I've told you I'm not going to say anything."
He stood so quickly that her instinct was to back up. Sensing her fear, he held out his hand to her, "I believe you." he said, seeing she hadn't moved. Closing the distance between them, his hand trailed down her arm to her waist, "It's alright. Put some clothes on and come out here." his voice barely above a whisper before he turned and walked out of her bedroom, closing the door behind him.
She pulled on a pair of light gray lounge pants with matching jacket and prepared herself yet again to be interrogated by SAMCRO. She had always prided herself with her ability to maintain her temper, but even she had limits. Opening the door, she could hear voices as she made her way down the hall.
"You fuck her last night?" Koz asked, his voice short.
Happy snapped his head toward his brother, instantly alerted to his hostile question. His eyes narrowed in on Koz, partly wanting to snap his neck but more so curious as to why he was asking. "No." was all he said, turning to address his VP, not giving the Tacoma SSA the chance to ask another dick question.
"Where's Clay at with this?" He asked, knowing his president's first and foremost duty was to protect SAMCRO at all cost, regardless of any collateral damage that could be caught in the crossfire.
Looking between the three men standing in the room, "Think he'll be fine. Always wants to establish power." Jax stated shaking his head, suddenly seeing Olivia slowly walk into the room.
She was almost in the great room, when she heard the question. She didn't know if it was the abrupt rudeness of the question or what his response was going to be that caused her to stop dead in her tracks. He said "no", which was the truth. They hadn't had sex, at least not last night. Wanting to get whatever was about to happen over with, she made her presence known.
"Morning." Jax being the first one to speak to her.
"Good morning." she responded, briefly looking at each one of them, her eyes finding Happy first and last. Something that didn't go unnoticed by either of them.
His eyes immediately scanned her from head to toe, finding himself relieved that she was completely covered. No short shirt barely covering her ass, her toned, tan legs covered, but he couldn't tell with the jacket she had on over her t-shirt if she had put on a bra, although he knew first hand, she didn't need one. Nope, her breasts were firm, perky and fuckin' perfect, a fact that he wanted no one else in this room to see for themselves. He felt an electric charge run through him seeing her look to him first, acknowledge his brothers, but let her eyes end on his.
"Last night didn't go down easy. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. Clay can be too forceful sometimes." said Jax, hoping to ease some of the obvious tension in the room. "How are you doing?"
Realizing that Jax was being sincere, "Better. Can I get either of you coffee or anything?" she asked, her southern upbringing showing itself.
"Na. Can't stay but a minute. Olivia, it may not have looked like it last night, but we are appreciative of the info you gave us last night. I'm just sorry about what the son of a bitch did to you."
Gently touching her bruised cheek, "You and me both." she replied, her eyes again instantly drawn over to Happy, his face hard, eyes now black in color. "To be honest, I do understand Clay's reaction to me, but as I've stated, I'm no threat to anyone in your club or Charming. You've already ran an extensive background check on me, I've graciously provided your club my personal information, but to go one step further to assure whoever may still have doubts about me, my life is an open book for you." she spoke, calmly walking around her home, picking up various electronic items. Making her way back to the table, "Here's my laptop, Ipad and cell phone. You can monitor who I have contact with. I don't have any secrets. I gave you my word last night that I'm not going to say anything to anyone about Mr. Weston and I meant it. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened." her words directed at Jax.
Holding up his hand to stop her, "That won't be necessary. Yes, we did have you checked out, but you have to understand, in our world, everyone's suspicious until we prove other wise." Jax said as honest at he could be.
"Well, I appreciate your honesty and again, you have my word that I will never say anything to anyone." she reconfirmed.
Staring at the woman in front of him, he knew they could trust her. "Thank you. Clay and I are meeting with Elliott tonight when he gets back. Clay's already told him we need to talk."
"I can't imagine that will go well."
"Not looking forward to it. We'll head out, let you get on with your day." Jax said nodding toward the door, Chibs and Koz making their way over.
Motioning toward her cheek, "Need to do some clever cover-up before I think of heading out today, if I do at all. I actually need to check in with a certain doctor."
Shaking his head in agreement, "That would be good. I know she's worried about you and highly pissed off at me." he replied.
"She's just being her normal protective self." Olivia noted, a small smile appearing on her face. "I'll put in a good word for you."
Giving her that bad boy smile, "I knew I liked you."
***St. Thomas Hospital***
Not knowing if she was in a consultation, he knocked on her office door, immediately hearing her say come in. "Hey babe." he said, smiling seeing her sitting behind her desk.
"Hi."
It was one brief word, but he'd take it. "You got time for coffee?" he asked, holding up her favorite Starbucks in his hand.
Asshole. She was still pissed at him but her need for caffeine won out. "Yes. Everything okay?" Although it was common for Jax to stop by while she was at work, being an old lady to the VP of a motorcycle club caused her to constantly be on guard.
"Yeah. All good." he said, taking a seat across from her. "Checked in on Olivia this morning."
She was in mid sip, "Really?"
"Yeah. Things got heated last night. Wanted her to know we appreciate what she found out and I know you're worried about her. She seemed okay."
"Jax, I promised her she wouldn't have to worry about SAMCRO and that's not turned out so well has it?"
"Babe, I know and I'm going to talk to Clay. You know how he is with outsiders." he said, now unable to hide the grin on his face.
"What?" she said taking another sip, "What's so funny?"
Leaning back in his chair, a cocky smile on his face, "Let's just say I've solved your mystery about who's black boxers were on her floor."
"Who?" she asked, not truly believing he knew who it was and she was going to keep her promise to Olivia not to tell anyone.
Taking a minute, seeing the anxious look on her face, he confessed, "Happy."
Keeping her cool, "why do you think it's Happy?" she asked calmly.
"He answered her door. Half dressed at nine o'clock this morning." realizing his old lady was entirely too calm to have just found out her best friend was having sex with the club's assassin. "Wait...you know!" he said, her face confirming she did in fact know. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Damn it...she was caught. "Yes, I know, but I was sworn to secrecy." she confessed. "Hold on, he spent the night?" she asked.
"Looks that way. Gotta admit. Living this life, almost nothing shocks me, but finding Hap at Olivia's sure as hell did."
"I'm going over for dinner this evening. You think Weston will come after her now?" she asked, her worry surfacing.
Walking around her desk, "I promise you we'll keep her safe. Talk to her about Juice keeping her company tonight, just to be on the safe side. Tell her he's free entertainment." he finished, finally relaxing as he felt her kiss him back. "I'm sorry." he said kissing her again.
***Olivia's***
Dinner with Tara had been exactly what she needed to take her mind off of the events of the past forty eight hours. Her best friend's worry and concern was evident as the doctor voiced her reason for wanting the man currently sitting at her kitchen table to stay with her after she left. He'd been talkative while Tara was there, but ever since she'd left, he seemed to have lost his voice. For the past hour, he had been working intently on his computer, glancing toward her on the couch only a few times. Shaking her head in disagreement of the house the young married couple selected on House Hunters, the box sitting on the far end of her dining table caught her eye.
"Ugh, you okay?" Juice asked, his first words to her since Tara left.
Standing at the other end of the table, "Yeah, I'm fine. Need to get this repackaged so I can have it picked up." she said opening the box, taking out several small boxes.
He went back to working on his computer, glancing back over to her, curious as to what was in the boxes. His curiosity winning out, "What's in the boxes?" he shyly asked.
Opening a box to find a diamond necklace, she turned the box toward Juice. "Jewelry."
"Damn!" he said, his eyes transfixed on the bling she held in her hands. "That's some serious ice." silently trying to guess how much it was worth.
Opening another box, all she saw were just reminders of how wrong her relationship had been with John. Twelve boxes. Twelve guilt gifts he had given her after either cheating on her or just being the asshole he usually was. He never knew her, his taste in jewelry, a dead give away. Each piece expensive and showy, while she liked simple and classy. Although she couldn't lay all the blame at his feet. She had never let him in, never gave her heart to him or anyone for that matter, preferring to keep men at arms length. He had told her repeatedly that he loved her but she never believed him, never saying those words back to him. How could a man cheat on the woman he loved? The truth of the matter was she was "good on paper" for him, possessing qualities he was looking for in a housewife and mother. Two things Olivia Parker never wanted to be. Opening the final box, she stared down at four years she'd never get back.
"You selling 'em?" Juice questioned, reaching for the next piece.
Shaking her head, "No, just returning them to their owner." She sat the box containing a Tahitian Pearl necklace with matching earrings down, remembering she needed to take pictures for her records.
"Damn!" he said, finally getting to the last box. A huge ruby and diamond necklace, with stones around the entire necklace. "What the fuck would that cost" speaking to himself.
She walked back over, her digital camera in hand, seeing her guest look at her funny. "I need to take pictures for insurance purposes. The security company will be here Monday to pick them up." She replied.
"Aren't these yours?"
She just shook her head no as she started taking pictures, "I did receive them as gifts, but I have no interest in them. Didn't ask for them then and I don't want them now."
"Sell 'em! That's some serious cash sitting there." Juice said, mentally calculating how much money was on her table.
"No way. I don't need the money and besides, nothing on this table is my style."
They spent the next hour or so taking several pictures of each piece. To her surprise she found it easy to make small talk with the mo hawked biker, enjoying his boyish charm, finding herself actually laughing at a story he told about a bad joke Tig had played on him, where he woke to find himself in nothing but an adult diaper. She honestly felt tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.
"Oh my God, I can't believe he did that to you!"
"Oh believe it, he did. I'll get him though." Juice confirmed.
After a few minutes of silence, "Is Juice your real name or is that a nickname?" she asked innocently.
Oh shit! Juice thought as he handed her another box. Swallowing hard, his first thought was to lie, but he didn't. "No, it's Juan..." and he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it, immediately seeing her head turn toward him. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
"Juan?" she said, her mind beginning to turn. "Juan Carlos Ortiz, perhaps?"
He looked as uncomfortable as one person could be, and looked about as goofy. "Yeah. That's me."
"So you're the one who..." she couldn't even get out her thought before he was confessing.
"Yes, it was me, but I was just following orders. I have to say you have the cleanest background I've ever seen." he said, now nervous as hell.
While she hadn't loved the fact that her personal life had been looked into, she knew she had nothing to hide, but couldn't resist making him sweat that he was about to have her go off on him. But seeing the biker standing in front of her look as if he was going to throw up, she let him off the hook. "Juice, it's okay. I would have preferred to be asked, but I understand your club's need to check me out."
He exhaled. "So you're not mad?"
"Irritated, yes. Mad, well not anymore." she replied, giving him a small smile. Starting to feel tired, she decided to call it a night. "I can finish this in the morning. I'm going to try and get some sleep." she said. "Thank you though for helping me with the pictures." moving around the table. "Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm fine. Sleep well."
She let out a small laugh, "I'll do my best."
***Two hours later***
She had rotated between channel surfing and staring at her ceiling for that last two hours, deciding that the cable company should be shot for not having any decent shows on when she needed a distraction. She couldn't even find any bad tv that would make her fall asleep. Giving up, she turned the tv off, placing the remote on the nightstand. Staring over at her bathroom door, maybe a hot shower would help, she thought.
He had the volume turned down on the NBA game, not wanting to wake her up. She had closed her door when she went to bed and he hadn't heard anything, so he knew she was asleep. Turning his attention back to the game, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out, he read the text message.
"Outside the door. Open up."
He quietly made his way over, gun in hand, still checking through the peephole. He opened the door, actually not surprised to find Happy standing on the other side. The news of Happy being here that morning had spread like fire through the clubhouse, although no one dared to ask him about it, and Juice didn't plan on questioning him now.
"Hey."
Happy just nodded and walked into the condo. His eyes immediately looking for her. His head turned down the hall and looked back at Juice.
"She asleep?" he asked, his voice quiet.
He shook his head yes, "Yeah, went to sleep about two hours ago. Hasn't come back out." he confirmed. "You staying?"
What the fuck you think? was the look on Happy's face, no words needed for his brother to get the message.
"I'll head back to the clubhouse then." Juice said, not wanting to let Happy see the grin that was about to form on his face.
Happy didn't say anything, just followed behind to lock the door. He noticed a small lamp was on on the kitchen counter as he turned off the flat screen. Just as he did the night before, he place his cut and holster on the chair, carrying his piece in his hand as he walked toward her bedroom. Stopping at the door, he listened but heard no noise. Carefully opening the door he immediately stopped when he didn't see her in the bed. No lights were on, but the moonlight coming in from the windows allowed him to see the entire room. Two long strides inside, he heard the sound of the shower, feeling his body relax. He walked over to the chaise and sat down.
She hung the towel up outside the shower then reached for her favorite lotion. The hot shower had helped relax her, now she prayed she'd be able to sleep. It did make her feel safer knowing that Juice was in the living room, although it was still weird to have a man she barely knew sleeping on her couch. Although she could argue with herself that her recent hook-up with one very scary yet sexy biker could be just as weird, she quickly stopped that thought not wanting to preoccupy her mind with a man she was finding herself drawn to. She needed sleep, not to let her mind replay the events of her night with Happy. She slipped on her new black cami and boy short pajamas, brushed her teeth, taking her hair down before she started back into her bedroom. Turning off the light, she finished rubbing the lotion into her hands, walking into her closet to get her robe. Robe in hand, she walked into the bedroom, immediately dropping her robe to the floor and gasping at the sight in front of her.
"Happy!"
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he was standing in front of her within seconds. "You okay?" he asked.
Taking another minute to gather her wits, "Do you enjoy scaring the hell out of me?" she asked, her hand lightly patting her chest in hopes her heart rate would settle down, finally looking at his face.
"No."
Tilting her head, "No. No what?" she asked.
Taking a step closer to her, "No, I don't enjoy scaring you." he stated, his eyes discretely inspecting every inch of her. His hand reached up, gently turning her face to look at the bruise. "Looks better."
Her heart rate almost back to normal, but she now felt butterflies in her stomach at being near this man. "Spent the day with several ice packs." she replied, fighting the yawn that just appeared.
"Juice said you were asleep?"
Walking around him, she climbed into bed, "tried to, but no luck. Thought a hot shower would help." she said, trying to not stare at him wearing nothing but fitted black boxers. He stared at her for a few seconds before he moved toward her.
"Slide over."
"What?"
"Slide...over." he repeated, his eyes drilling into hers. She slowly shifted herself toward the middle of her bed, watching him crawl in next to her.
"What are you doing?"
"Lay down."
She didn't move, just stared back at him. Raising up, he turned his body to almost hover over her, "Lay...down." he said, using his own body to get her to comply. She was now laying on her back, watching him as he glanced over to his gun, then back to her. He settled down further in the bed, his arms pulling her to him, a sense of deja vu for both of them. Without any conscience effort, their bodies molded to each other, her hand finding his chest, while his arms held her as close as possible to him as he could. After what felt like just seconds, she felt her eyes becoming heavy.
"Happy?" she asked, her voice starting to sound sleepy.
"Yeah." he responded, his hand already starting to move slowly up and down her back.
"Thank you..." her voice barely a whisper, as she drifted off.
He didn't respond, feeling her settle into him. His hand found the bottom of her cami and he couldn't resist the feel of her smooth, warm skin as he continued lightly rubbing her back. He enjoyed the quietness, the comfort of the bed, but even more so, the feel of a woman he barely knew, currently wrapped in his arms. Placing a light kiss in her hair...
"You're welcome."