lift one leg and awkwardly shove it into my heels. The task requires more physical agility than I have. Arms wobbling, I do a little twist-inspired, one-legged dance to remain upright. Alistair’s warm fingers snap around my wrist. He confidently drives my hand down on his shoulder. “Hold on to me.” I put on my shoes in stunned silence. When I’m finished, I yank my hand back. “Thanks.”
