His hand stroked up and down her back, rubbing soothing circles. She'd had not only a long day, but a stressful one, and Lance could feel every place that she carried her tension.
"Well, there are three rooms for yeh to choose from. There's the guest room that faces the beach," he told her, "the one that doesn't, and then there's mine. If yeh don't want to be by yehrself." He couldn't say that he'd blame her after everything that had happened.