Once the car door shut and they were enclosed in the car, Foxy and Joe reached for each other’s hands. Foxy wasn"t sure if Joe reached first or if she did. Foxy entwined the fingers of her left hand with Joe"s right one. Joe pressed the palm of his left hand until it was flush with Foxy"s right one.
They held onto each other tight. Both clearly needing the contact. Was it being in a less than savory foster home that had ignited the need? Was it the sparks of new love that still burned bright around them? Did it matter?
Foxy turned to Joe. He was already gazing down at her. His face was so familiar, so dear to her. Joe looked at her like she was a buried treasure he"d just unearthed. Had he always looked at her like that?
How had she missed these clear signs of adoration? How had she not
