James frowned briefly and got to his feet, offering his hand to her. "All right, if you want to. I'll walk you to my door at least."
He helped Lucy to her feet and managed a smile as they walked to the door. Opening it, he stepped to the side so that she could walk out as he fought against the urge to throw the door closed and keep her there. If she was in his sight he could protect her, right?
Still, he knew she wanted to go. "Keep the hoodie," James added. He reached for her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, then decided that a gentle squeeze was certainly not enough. Stepping forward, he embraced Lucy, gathering her close and pressing her to his body. "I hope you feel better and I see you soon, Lucy."