“They’ll be ok. You did an excellent job out there.” My stomach does a little somersault at the unexpected compliment. Standing beside his large frame, I can’t help but be drawn in by the look of his soft t-shirt that looks like a second skin on him. My fingers itch to reach out and touch the well-worn cotton. “Only because you talked me off the ledge … again.” It’s the truth. I wasn’t sure I could do any of what I did tonight if it wasn’t for his steady presence grounding me.
