reinforced. âLetâs take it one day at a time,â was all Lydia could come up with, which really wasnât a solution. But she didnât have the energy to hash this out with Kate tonight. âIâll ask him to stay...â an idea popped into her head â...or better yet, Iâll have him leave Brutus here if heâs willing to. Iâve treated Brutus, and he knows me. The dog could sleep in your room.â âIâm not the one the bomber would be after. You are.â âHow about Brutus sleeps in the hallway between our rooms?â Her sisterâs frown melted. âOkay.â Lydia left Kate to talk with Jesse. She wasnât sure he would agree, but all she could do was ask. When she entered the living room, Jesse knelt next to his Rottweiler and was rubbing his stomach and play wrestling. âYouâve got a good dog. Well trained.â Jesse peered toward her and smiled. âYeah. We work well together.â âKate is still scared even though I told her we didnât think anything happened here. I believe itâs all leftover emotions from the day of the bombing. With our dad dying last year, she had her legs knocked out from under her. My death would have been a second big blow in a short time.â At the mention of her possible death, Jesseâs eyes widened slightly and his grin dissolved. âI can certainly understand that. I was a foster kid. You not only have to deal with your parentsâ death but living with strangers.â As a teenager, Jesse rarely mentioned living with a foster family. In fact, he wouldnât talk about his past, something that had frustrated her because she wanted to know everything about him. âWould it be possible to leave Brutus overnight with us? It might put Kateâs mind at peace.â âWhat about tomorrow night and the one after that?â She pushed her fingers through her hair. âIâm hoping when nothing happens sheâll begin to calm down. Right now Iâm taking it one day at a time.â Because that was about all she could handle. âThat way you can go home and get a good nightâs sleep. The couch is okay but not as good as a bed. I know youâve been working long hours...â Her voice faded as Jesse rose and cut the distance between them. âIâll do what is needed. If you want me to stay, Iâll make do with the couch. I love to go camping, and the hard ground is way worse.â His very nearness robbed her of any reply. She moistened her lips and stepped back. âShe was happy when I suggested Brutus sleep here. Itâll be easier to transition back to being just the two of us.â And easier on her. She hadnât spent this much time with Jesse since they were dating. âThen weâll do that. He doesnât eat until the morning. Iâll bring his food over before I go to work. If thereâs a problem, call.â He slipped his card into her hand, his fingers lingering a couple of seconds longer than necessary. His touch set off a myriad of buried emotions flowing through her. âIâll take good care of Brutus.â âI know. Iâve seen you with the SAR dogs.â His gaze snagged hers and bound her to him as though with invisible ropes. Her heartbeat accelerated. She turned away and headed for the front door. Jesse called Brutus and put on his leash. âIâll take him for a walk since you donât have a fenced-in backyard. It wonât take long.â While Jesse and his K-9 descended the porch steps, Lydia made her way outside to stand and wait for them to return. In the darkness, she could study Jesse without him seeing. She always loved the fluid way he moved, usually as though he didnât have a care in the world. But then sheâd seen him in action, quick to do whatever was needed. When he ascended the steps with Brutus five minutes later, Lydia walked toward him and