Michael watched Sheridan's retreating back until Molly pulled his sleeve and told him softly, “This is surely a good girl, Michael. I have a feeling about these things, as you know. I worried you would never let anyone love you. Don't let her go.”
“No, I won't,” he vowed, turning to smile at the woman who had saved him from unspeakable darkness. “It's kind of impossible not to love Sheridan.”
Her eyes widened at the sight of that uncharacteristic grin. “Oh, I can see that! But you have to let her love you too. She does, you know.”
His smile widened. “Yes, I know. It's been… wonderful.” I'm gushing, I suppose, but I can’t help myself.
She waggled a teasing finger in his face. “And you're a good boy and you deserve it. Never forget it, Michael.”
“Thank you, Molly.” On impulse, he reache
