Kristie nodded and stared at their joined
hands. Like the rest of him, Jason’s fingers were long and lean,
neatly kept but not fussed over. They held a sinewy strength. She
wanted to squeeze them tight, hold on, and refuse to let go. It
stunned her to feel that way. She’d never felt possessive about a
man.
“Jason, you’re not married, are you?”
He looked up at her, eyes wider and brighter.
“You think I’d kiss you the way I did this afternoon if I were
committed to someone else?”
“I hoped not. Ever been close?”
He shrugged. “Once. Back when I was in the
Marines. I sort of drifted into a thing with this girl. It was easy
and comfortable, but after a while we realized comfortable was all
there was and it wasn’t enough. What about you?”
“Never even been close,” she admitted.
Jas
