#Chapter71
He took another step forward. In the way of distance, there wasn't a whole lot between them, and he reached out, taking the big guy's hand in his, shuddering as the warmth transferred. He hadn't even noticed how cold he was.
/"Wouldn't have to be another life, birdie,/" he said honestly. /"This life, the right time and the right place? I ain't a betting kinda guy — /" Because every horse he'd ever bet on had come in last /" — but if I was, I'd have put all odds on us./"
/"Shit./" Raven nestled his eyes closed again. Swallowed so hard that his Adam's apple did a jiggy little dance. And then his hand was lifting, inching forward with impossible slowness until it brushed against his cheek. /"And do you think we could have made it work? All our differences aside, do you think we ever stood a real chance?/"
Did he?
