" Katie?” She took a deep breath. Until she had composed herself again, she wouldn’t look up at him. “Saints, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She shook her head. “I don’t cry.” Emotion burned at the back of her eyes, even shook a bit in her voice, but there were no tears. Tavish slipped his hand around hers. Katie held fast to him, finding an odd, unsettling kind of comfort in his touch. “I’ve not made a very good start of it, but I hope you’ll still spend the afternoon with me. "
― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)