That night in bed, exhausted after a full day and worn out from lovemaking, I snuggled in as Vic spooned us together, his head behind mine.
“Thanks,” I whispered. I’d thanked him so many times for all the things he’d done to help me that he was probably tired of hearing me, but I knew I could never have gotten through the day without breaking down if he hadn’t been by my side.
He merely sighed and yawned, his breath at first tickling, then gusting past my ear.
“You’re good at taking command in a crisis.” He kissed my ear and nuzzled into my hair. “You know how to break huge jobs into little ones and cut through what look like obstacles.”
His words made me feel big and powerful, which was a strange feeling for me. I’d done what I had to do, like always. Was taking charge and clearing up
