Threads, so many threads, with power flowing to and away from him. This was what Uncle Bett had kept from him by living so long.
Perhaps he did not miss him so very much after all.
“How do you feel?”
His voice broke into her thoughts. And she was not sorry, she could admit, though only to herself. She looked up, met his worried gaze and smiled.
“How should I feel?” she countered.
“However you’d like.”
Oh that man. That man. Thirty years was not enough to spend with a man this wise in the ways of a woman. His woman, she amended. And he had not always been wise. Wisdom took time, she reminded herself. And courage. Both had needed to find their courage. So much time lost—and more than time. But if she let her thoughts go there, he’d know and feel her pain. He’d felt enough pain for a li
