Caroline had been mistaken before, thinking him uncaring. She knew that now. Knew it in the squeeze of her hand and the smile on her lips. She should have known, after all she had seen Shawn dither with the object of his own affections for weeks without even letting her know that he cared she was alive. Men, she supposed, were stubborn that way.

"Then don't." Caroline said earnestly bringing her own hand up to clasp his. "And please, call me Caroline."