Win captured her hand and held it against his chest as he hugged her close. His throat felt clogged and he struggled to breathe past the lump there. “I love you, Cait.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
A black and white butterfly landed on the corral pole less than two feet away. Win turned Cait in his arms so her back was against his chest and she could see the striking butterfly.
“Aren’t you going to catch it?” Win teased.
Cait sank into him and laid her hands over his, which were clasped at her waist. “I don’t catch butterflies anymore.”
“Why’s that?”
She leaned her head back against his shoulder and tilted her face up to meet his gaze. Her eyes sparkled with love. “If I caught them, they’d never find their way home… like you did.”
The butterfly fluttered away and Win smiled, silently wishing it luck in finding home.
