Stopping in front of the hotel, Jack was quickly out of the car and moved to my side. The loss of his warm hand in mine made it even more obvious how much I had enjoyed that gesture. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had held my hand. It wasn’t something people around me did, mostly because it seemed weird just walking around holding your friend’s hand. But that was probably because I wasn’t as close with any of them as I had been with my girlfriends back in Texas.
However, I didn’t have to go long without the warmth and security of Jack’s hand. As soon as the car door was opened on my side, his hand appeared again in my field of vision. Just how big it was, how muscular his hands were, and then there was the long scar that went around his thumb and into the palm of his hand, yet
