The quiet that spread out between them was practically tangible. It laid over her like a blanket and she held her breath as she waited for him to say something. He'd heard her, she knew. That little squeeze he'd given her hand told her that much. When he did speak, she was surprised to hear that he'd had similar fears.
Turning her head, Caitlin watched his profile as he spoke, thinking about his words and the sincerity she felt in them. "I thought I'd have rambled my way into annoying you or saying something completely horrible that would make you think I was some sort of lunatic by now," she admitted. Leaning over, she kissed his cheek. "I'm glad that's not the case."