“How’s living with Kar?” Caleb asked, maneuvering the car through morning rush-hour traffic.

“I love it.”

“Not too much, I hope. I want you back home.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.

God. This boy. I missed this. I missed him. I hadn’t realized how much until he was gone. And now that I had his hand in mine again, I wanted to hold on and never let go. He stroked my palm absently with his thumb, unaware he was doing it.

Last night when we walked on the beach, he’d smell my hair or tug on it gently, or kiss my shoulder, or stroke my arm....