Chapter 45
Colby’s emotions collided and scattered, witless.
Washed-out sunshine haloed Jason’s hair as if making a point. Jason’s shoulders were too broad for his own beleaguered chair; the weight of his hand formed an anchor for Colby’s pulse, and his earth-rich eyes became the place where Colby could recall how to be still, be comforted, be serene.
Perhaps not entirely serene. That hand felt marvelous. And Jason had talked about forever, and George Forrest had just made a small approving noise, or at least Colby hoped that was approval. Jason wanted this too, he knew; they shared that excitement.
He could be excited with Jason. He could be excited andsteadied, with Jason beside him.