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for two days… and I didn’t even have to cook, if you can believe it. You?”
    “Excellent. I went skiing with my brothers and Mom stuffed us full of turkey. I think I gained about ten pounds.”
    She laughed, then fell silent. He saw her fidgeting and he took a deep breath.
    “Jenny?”
    She looked up at him and he saw the hope shining in her eyes.
    “I’ll do it, sweetheart. I’ll help you.”
    “Oh, God. Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “Thank you, Chris… thank you.”
    “I’ll do whatever you need, whenever you’re ready. We’re in this together, and I’m going to be so damn careful with you. Alright?”
    She nodded, tears running down her cheeks. It pierced him to see her crying and he longed to hold her close, but he stayed in his chair.
    Soon, maybe, I’ll be able to touch her. Then when she cries, I’ll be able to comfort her, wipe away her tears. But not yet; not today .
    “So,” he said. “What do we do? I mean, how do we start?”
    “Well, I talked to Zoe about it, just in case you said yes today, and she had a few suggestions.”
    “OK, go ahead.”
    “She thinks you should move in here with me, if you can agree with that. Zoe said that it’s best if I’m around you all the time, since that’ll get me used to having a man in my space.”
    “How do you feel about that?” he said.
    “Nervous,” she said quietly. “But – but I want to try. Are you OK with it?”
    “Yeah, no problem for me.”
    “You’d be in the guestroom… at least at first.” Her face turned bright red. “I mean, depending on how things go, you might move… move to… to my bedroom. Maybe.”
    Chris looked at her calmly. “OK.”
    She cleared her throat. “And I guess we can start with – with sitting together on the sofa. Maybe… holding hands?”
    “You sure?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    He studied her. “You want me to come over there now? See how you feel?”
    Right away, Jenny felt her heart speed up. She closed her eyes and counted her breaths. Chris watched her breathe deeply, trying to stay calm. He waited.
    Jenny opened her eyes. “OK. You can – you can come over here.”
    He got to his feet slowly, watching her face as he approached. She was so still, she seemed to have been turned to stone. He sat down at the opposite end of the sofa, settled back. Waited some more.
    She took a breath, inched over to him a bit. Stopped. A bit more. His hand was on the sofa and she focused on it. Large, strong, hard. Chris’ hands were lethal, she knew; he’d used them to hit people, to hold a machine gun. These hands had killed people.
    But she’d seen how careful he could be with them, too. He had handled food that she’d prepared, setting it gently on serving platters. She remembered how ridiculous the delicate food had looked in those giant hands, but she also recalled that he hadn’t ruined a single item.
    She reached out to him, then lost her nerve. She pulled her hand back and tucked it in to her sweater sleeve. She crossed her arms and hugged herself tightly, trying to stay in control.
    “It’s OK, baby,” he said quietly. “No rush. Let’s just sit here together, OK?”
    Jenny glanced up at him now, saw that those amazing gray eyes were watching her steadily. He smiled.
    “OK,” she said.
    “This is good for now,” he said. “Just sit next to me, just relax.”
    She nodded, and her heart slowed down a bit. She cast around for something to focus on besides his huge, strong body so close to her own.
    “So, tell me about work,” she said. “Just… talk to me.”
    “Sure,” he said easily. “This next week is going to be busy, I think. King’s been away for most of the break, and I’ve been away, so I’d lay money that things are behind.”
    “The guys fool around when you and King are gone?”
    He shrugged. “Kind of. Mostly they just go for lots of smoke breaks and ride around on their bikes.”
    “They ride motorcycles in the dead of winter?” she said.
    “Hell, yeah.” He grinned.