“How’s your blood sugar?”
Not, “are you hungry?” It was a more personal question of whether her current chaos of emotions was due to low blood sugar. In the body condition she maintained, blood sugar was at times a delicate balance. She tested her own feelings. Nope, that had been genuine panic.
“I’m fine for the moment,” she told him.
“Excellent, c’mon,” he brightened like a little boy. “Got a treat for you if you have the afternoon free and don’t mind spending it with me.” Once again Joshua offered his arm. This time she was glad to take it, enjoyed the connection through the light cloth of his button-down shirt, just open enough at the throat to hint at the strength she’d felt there.
He led her south along the waterfront until they reached the big ferry terminal. She was always amaz
