"Yeah?" He couldn't help but voice the enquiry quiet though it was. He doubted she even knew what she'd been planning to say. He didn't really care. Finally now, at least, his gaze remained on hers as her fingers slipped in to his hair.
How had it gone when he'd told Jeanne? He could barely remember. Half of it, he thought, was because he'd been wrapped up in his grief over losing Paula. But not this time, this time he'd said it because he really meant it.