squeezed. They still needed to talk about what happened last night and what they were going to do about this crazy attraction they had for each other, but in that moment, Gemma didn’t care. Because no matter what else Ben was, he was her friend.
It was dark when Ben pulled into the Trent’s driveway for the second time that night. He’d dropped Gemma off hours earlier, eliciting a promise from her to call him when she was ready to go home before he left her to go back to the station. Fifteen minutes ago, she’d kept her promise and called. Ben had barely put the car in park when the front door opened and Gemma stepped through. He watched her turn and hug Marcie Trent before she made her way down the sidewalk and climbed inside the car. The glimpse he got of her face in the interior light showed him a haggard, exhausted woman. “How’s he doing?” Ben asked softly as he backed out of the drive. Gemma sighed, eyes closed as she rested her head against the seat. “A mess. But we managed to get past the panic and calm him down. He was asleep when I left. Marcie’s going to call the therapist first thing in the morning.” Ben slid his hand over hers and said nothing while he offered silent support. They rode in silence back to the Mabley’s house. Halfway there, Ben felt Gemma completely relax. He glanced over and saw she had passed out against the window. She looked like herself again now that she was asleep. Ben hadn’t realized just how stressed she was until now when he could see the difference. He suspected that she hadn’t given herself a chance to properly grieve for her friend yet. Just thrown herself into work and helping Caleb at the detriment to herself. He knew how that went. He’d done much of the same during his stint in the Army. And it always came back to bite him in the ass, just like he knew it would for her too. But no matter when it finally overwhelmed her, he’d be there for her. The woman pulled at every emotional string he had and he couldn’t sit by and watch her suffer without suffering right along with her. Ben shifted in his seat, not entirely comfortable with his thoughts. She was undermining all the defenses he’d erected to protect himself. She’d already slid firmly into the friend category and was quickly headed for the one he kept behind multiple locks. He didn’t do attachments to women past friendship. He’d seen how messy it was when it all went to pieces. He had no desire to ever go down that road. But her perseverance and drive rivaled any of the men he’d served with and her compassionate nature spoke to the same desire to do good in the world that Ben felt. It made him want to watch her work her magic on people as she helped them cope with whatever ailed them whether it be emotional or physical impediments. And now that she was hurting he wanted to help her heal. He wanted to see her smile again, all bright sunshine and shining eyes. He wanted to be the one to hold her when she cried and to wipe away her tears. The shoulder she leaned on when she needed strength. Those were scary thoughts for a man who had no desire to have a woman in a permanent roll in his life. Ben sighed as he pulled into the drive at the Mabley’s and shut off the engine. Any serious thoughts about the situation and decisions on it would have to wait though. He was as exhausted as Gemma. He stared at her in the darkened interior of the car. She looked so peaceful and he was loathe to wake her. He hit the switch to turn off the car’s interior lights, got out, and walked around to Gemma’s side. He opened her door slowly so she wouldn’t topple sideways. She shifted to settle more deeply into her seat as the door moved away from her. Ben got the door open all the way and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and put her purse in her lap. He gently scooped her off