The feel of a hand tugging on mine dragged my attention from Lizzie and I turned to look at Gerard. “Take a walk with me, Claire-Bear,” he said softly, thumb gently tracing over my knuckles. “Anywhere,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “I will go anywhere with you, Gerard Gibson.” A mixture of relief, sadness, and love shone in his eyes. “Right back at you, Claire Biggs.”
