But goodness, every time we touch, we’re like a furnace burning at three thousand degrees.
“Jamie?”
I look back up. He gives a half-smile and rubs his fingers through my hair. “You didn’t say. Are you happy staying here with me? What about your dreams?”
I try and shut out the ache that grows in my chest, but it’s nearly impossible.
“I just dream about the kids being happy. Having everything they want. That’s all.”
He frowns. “What about your art? What I said…”
I shake my head. “That’s not a dream. It’s an impossibility.”
He looks over at the stone barn, considering my words. “Maybe later you’ll show me what you do?”
I swallow down a lump as big and heavy as a glass paperweight. “Maybe.”
“Alright.” He nods, then helps me sit up. It’s cold now, and since he’s not holding me anymore, I shiver from the chill.
“We should head in. It’s an early morning.”
Gavin nods, and he doesn’t protest when I hand him the blanket for the couch and tell him goodnight.