Ky eased back into the chair as Mara gently pushed on his shoulders. “Stay put,” she said, guiding his hand to hold the folded cloth against his temple. “Just point me in the right direction and I’ll handle the rest.”
Some things never changed. Mara still had that instinct to look after people she cared about, but the hesitant girl who used to shrink into oversized sweaters was gone. In her place was a woman who carried herself with quiet certainty, and it made his bear pace restlessly inside him, eager and approving.
“Plates are in the cabinet above the dishwasher,” he said. “Silverware’s in the drawer right beside the sink.”
She moved efficiently, setting two places while the rich scent of seafood stew drifted between them. Ky knew he should feel bad about letting her wait on him afte
