Danny grabbed him with both hands. “Okay. Okay. You’re fine. Sit back against the side of the house and put your knees up. The angle of your feet will stop you from sliding.”
“Yeah, sure it will.” Rory huffed through his gritted teeth. “My feet have done such an excellent job of that so far.”
“Trust me. Sit.”
Sitting did sound slightly better than standing. Rory took Danny’s advice and shuffled against the wall. Then with the caution of an old man at a crosswalk, he slid down the siding until he was seated on the roof. He bent his knees, as directed, and put his feet flat against the sloping surface.
“Spread your legs a little more,” Danny demanded, and once done, he slipped between them. He scooted closer, pressing his back against Rory’s chest and put his legs in the same position, n
