Stop faking yourself out. She’s right.
He fingered the chain on his wrist, remembered taking it off the spindly cub when they delivered him to Stint’s clinic that first day. It was a tight pull and the little cat had protested as the metal twisted over his soft ears. “I’m sorry, Val. You’re right, I’m not thinking straight any more, I’m so frigging tired.”
Valerie pushed the wedding album out of his hands and pulled his head over. She gave him a quick kiss on the temple. “Stretch out and rest for a little while.”
Jared let himself be tugged over, her lap was soft and she smelled so good. Like Dial soap, something clean and safe from his childhood and then her own scent beneath. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tried not to weep from exhaustion. 33