He reached for her through the bars, his fingers brushing across her cheek, sliding into her hair. “I’m sorry. Shall I try it again?” “I’m not sure you’ll do it right this time, either,” she said, anger in her words for the first time since she’d appeared at the bars of his cell. “I need you, Caleb. I don’t need you in prison, protecting me. I need you out here, shoulder to shoulder. With me.”
