"I've just gotten to know you," he replied honestly. Didn't mean he'd be right all the time, probably far from it, but at the very least, he knew what to guess. Communication. "Not yet. The only ones that know are your friends. Considering the few I have are in that same circle, everyone that needs to know, knows."
He glanced over at the dog as he hopped off the couch and went to dig through the toys he'd accumulated. With that damn kicked puppy look of his, he'd managed to a few little things out of people that weren't him or Cathy. He actually hadn't even bought the dog a toy to begin with, but he'd managed to get his duck, a turkey, a cow, and a monkey with a sound box in it that hooted when Reb bit it right.
That thing was annoying, especially at four a.m. when Reb decided he wanted to play and stood over Lindsey, pawing at his arm, the monkey hooting and hollering to beat the band. And he'd just usually gotten to sleep by that time too.
When she laid her head against him, he kissed the top of her head, rubbing her arm slowly. "I can't either," he murmured quietly. "I've never felt this comfortable with anyone in my life, the only exception maybe being my siblings." She'd taught him a lot, with the patience of a saint, but he didn't give voice to it. He still couldn't understand it, how they'd ended up together, the thoughtful actress and the hellbent lawyer.