She closed her eyes, picturing him as he’d just been, seeing his dark, brown hair, dark brows—one that arched a little higher than the other, lips bracketed by creases, hollows in his cheeks, his eyes consuming her.She’d thought he was going to kiss her when he’d leaned forward. Her body still thrummed with anticipation. She forced more air into her lungs, then headed to the house, where she phoned Kit.“Hi, Em,” he answered. He’d called her by the first initial of her first name since their schooldays. There was something comforting in that old moniker. “How’s it going?”“You could have warned me.”The phone was silent awhile. “I didn’t want to scare you. He needs to be there, you know. He needs what you’re doing.”“He’s so angry.”“Well, you would be too if you went through what he went through.”“What happened to him?”“War, baby, in all its ugly, scarring wretchedness. Just work your magic on him, ok?”“I don’t think he’s eating. He looks so lean.”Kit sighed.
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