“S-sorry,” he mumbled, swaying forward until his chin rested on her shoulder. He heaved a deep sigh and silently raised his arm, pointing in the direction he’d been headed.
Quincy struggled to stay upright under his weight, until she nudged Clarence forward and Sinclair leaned back again. Too far back. He grabbed at her hips, then wrapped his arms around her waist and locked his fingers.
She stared at his mud-streaked hands, so big and so close, held snug to her belly. Despite the drizzling rain, something uncoiled in her stomach, something warm and fluttery, and spread through her whole being.
It froze, however, when she felt a shiver wrack Sinclair’s body. She removed one glove to touch his hands. “You’re like ice!”
“Mmm.”
While Quincy chafed Sinclair’s hands with one of her own, Cl
