Locke jerked and went still against him, her grip on his hands painfully tight for an instant before she let go, taking a hasty step back and pressing her fingers over her mouth. She took a shuddering breath and tried to quell her rolling stomach, gasping a little shakily against helpless memory. She got a grip on herself in seconds, the cool lake air clearing her head quickly, and she swallowed hard and looked at Gino apologetically, her hand falling softly away from her mouth, her cheeks hot with embarrassment for overreacting the way she had. She fumbled for her notepad so she could apologize, her eyes miserable, her hands shaking.