AS ISAAC STEPPED TOWARD the front porch he asked, "Think you can stand?"
"Yeah," I said, stretching my mouth from side to side. My whole body tingled, sensation returning like shifting sand.
He carefully stood me up, bracing my shoulders in his large hands while I found my balance. I slowly straightened my spine, and he let go one finger at a time, his hands hovering as if he expected me to collapse. When I remained upright, he c****d an eyebrow and grumbled low in his throat, reminding me of the way Knox sounded when I played tag with him. Did Isaac find this funny? I shot a glare at him. With a resigned smile, he backed away. Knox moved with him, pressing his nose into his hand. I moved up the steps, toward the front door with little robotic jerks and unzipped my pocket to pull out t
