It was so hard to sit there next to her first husband and first love. Each and every time it was a struggle. Even now, with a new face, a new voice, a new everything, she could see him in there. She wanted to do more than draw circles on the back of his hand. She wanted to slide her fingers between his and feel his firm grasp envelop hers. She wanted to lean forward and bury her face in his neck and just take in the scent of this new body to acclimate herself to the way it would feel. Every time it was someone new, someplace new, and now he was here again in front of her, but she needed to be patient.
"And what do you do in America in those dreams, Galen?" she asked after he ordered the fish and chips. She would keep her wits about her, but she was half tempted to down the glass. Instead, she took a sip. The name was so close to Jason, she was afraid she'd say it wrong.