Page 32 of Enthrall Shadows
His brows knitted together. “Your feet hurt.”
Cautiously, I stretched my leg toward him.
Henry positioned my foot on his lap, his large hands feeling warm and inviting. His fingers began working the tension out of my arch. The pressure felt good—blissfully relaxing considering the circumstances.
“Anything I can do for you?” I said, lulled by his kneading. “I should be massaging yours.”
“That would be weird.”
I chuckled. “Why?”
Silence once again settled over our hiding place.
“Thank you for all you did.” I said it before thinking.
“When?” His puzzled expression disappeared as he realized I’d referred to his time in Afghanistan. “Let’s not go that far.”
“I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” I silently chastised myself for bringing up his past.
But this man had sacrificed everything for his country. He couldn’t even enjoy an evening we all took for granted.
“Talk,” he coaxed.
“About?”
“You.”
“Nothing really to say.”
“You’re not married?”
“I should hope not with my foot in your hands.”
“Good point.”
“I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We weren’t compatible.”
“Why?”
“Long story.”
“We have time,” he said.
I shrugged. “Austin could be a little sadistic.”
“How can you tell in your line of work?”
“Consent.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“I told him to leave.”
“Good for you.” He breathed in a calming breath when the sound of more fireworks cracked in the air.
