"You could have helped it. You could have thought to reach back, to grab my hand. I know now I could have run faster, but I didn't then, and a little encouragement, a connection, would have helped."
Rose stepped into the bar, spotting a small table out of the way, where it should be quiet enough. She headed for it, snagging the chair that looked out over the bar for herself.
"You hadn't thought about that, had you?" she asked, looking up at Adam, her voice gentler than she'd intended.