“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “If you need more time….”
She shook her head. “I don’t need time. I need this.”
“In that case, why don’t I call it a day and put my tools away so we can head up to the Ramshorn?”
“I don’t want to interrupt your work.”
“This is more important.”
Lowering her head to rest it on his shoulder, she drew a ragged breath and let it out slowly. For the first time, she let herself feel the full pain of her breakup. With Jeremiah’s arms around her, holding her together, she could do it. When he settled his chin on the top of her head, she closed her eyes, and a ghost of a smile curved her lips. This felt good. Better than kissing him. Better than anything she’d felt in quite a while. He was so steady and patient, and he seemed as content to hold her as she was to have
