Never would Kenny have thought that simply rubbing the back of a woman's hand could build so much heat and tension, despite it being an innocent act. Never would he have imagined that the hand he'd be rubbing would be his wife's hand. Before the accident, before he reconciled with her, it had seemed like an uphill task. Then after the accident, he had worried that everything had been destroyed.
Even with his father not saying much, not blaming him, Kenny had blamed himself. Vaguely, he had wondered when the sneers and degrading words would come from his dad. However, he had been too concerned for his wife to care.
His chest was full of gratitude. He enjoyed this solitude with her. Their silence was comfortable. Nevertheless, Kenny still picked on Kate fidgeting.
