What was here was life and love and Ira Doyle. Larkin placed a hand on the back of Doyle’s head and whispered, “I’m right here.” Doyle drew Larkin to his feet as he stood, bringing their bodies closer. “We’re okay,” Larkin said. Doyle nodded, his posture a bit stooped so as to press his face to the crook of Larkin’s neck and shoulder. “I love you more than you know.” Doyle tightened his hold but said nothing.
