Jack came back from the bathroom and climbed into the bed beside Dianna, pulling her close and…snuggling. Jack hadn’t snuggled with a woman since Kara. He’d had sex in the intervening years but not much and not often, and there was never snuggling.

     He missed snuggling. Was that an unmanly thing to think? Did he care? No. He didn’t care. He wasn’t one of those people who dismissed the power of touch. How many times had he held his son close just because he needed the touch of another human being? Too many to count, and now that Riley was getting older, fewer and fewer. His kid was getting to...