“I’ve thought about it. I’m thinkin’ it happened sometime between you givin’ me that awful pep talk about old Zac kickin’ this Zac’s ass and you throwin’ bombs at me, I’d say.” He was saying…. He was trying to tell me…. I forced my eyelids not to blink, thought about it a little more, and asked again. “Zac?” He leaned back into the door and crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug and good and still relieved. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked with so much love and patience, I didn’t know what to do with it even more. “Why are you really here?” “’Cause I love you,” Zac answered.
