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No matter how much she frustrated him just then, no matter how upset she might be with him, he couldn't stand by and watch her as she obviously fought against the uneasiness of being in the elevator. Without a word, Kas slid behind Joanna, hands gently detaching hers from the bar and lacing their fingers together, and pulled her against his chest. His arms wrapped around her stomach in a protective manner, as if he could fight away whatever was going through her head.
"I'm sorry, shortcake," he murmured against her hair, letting out a long and steadying breath. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. She's my cousin, I'll take the hit for you." He buried his face in the crook of her neck, fingers running over her knuckles, "Just please don't be mad at me," he whispered quietly.