Strength Under Fire. Dana Nussio

they’d run out of things to say, had Delia buttoning her coat and slipping her gloves back on. She moved past him toward the door. “I’ll get back to you when I know something.”

      At his nod, she opened the door and stepped through it.

      As she took a few steps toward her car, he called after her, “Are you gonna tell me why you’re going to all of this trouble?”

      The many reasons rushed into her thoughts at once. This was Ben, who’d made an effort to help her. And he was alone right now. If only someone could have helped her when she was alone. Anyone.

      But as she turned back to him, she chose only one of the reasons. “It’s the right thing to do.”

      He nodded as if accepting her words this time. “But then we both know how seldom people do the right thing.”

      Delia just stared at him. He was probably just talking about how in their career they often saw people at their worst. But it seemed like more than that. Did he know about her? How could he? Did she want him to know?