Chapter 9

“It’s not crazy.” He keeps touching my hair with reverent fingers. “It’s vibrant. Lively. Just like you.” He lets his hand fall to his side and looks away.

I step into his line of vision. “Thank you. That’s a lovely compliment.”

“I mean it.” His voice gets even growlier when he’s emotional.

“I know.”

He sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “Good.”

We finish the rest of the cider in silence, with our free hands tightly clasped together. His palm pressing against mine is my new favorite sensation.

Did I meet him only yesterday?

When my phone goes off in my pocket, I groan. “Who decided it was a good idea to be available twenty-four-seven?” I dig out the offending object. A picture of Grampa’s smiling face flashes on the screen and I show it to Nelson. “I have to take this.”

“Of course.”