Dragging a hand over my beard, I aimed for the bedroom door, stopping to lean against the jamb, to recoup some strength. “You said to call or text whenever I needed you,” I said with meaning, my back to him. “That hasn’t changed,” he said in a relieved tone, ready to forgive me now that I’d put a few feet between us. “Keep your phone close at all times.” I shot him a look over my shoulder. “I’ll be needing you often.”
