`` do n't worry about it , '' he says , relaxing back and putting his arm around me like it 's nothing . tara said , resting her fingers on his shoulders , kneading gently . i 'd lived my whole life never fully understanding my place in the world . she walked over to a painting on the wall and pressed against the frame . to his surprise , the finger of his gloves was stained dark from a cut that had sliced neatly through the leather . chapter nineteen we were heading back to vegas in way too short a time . 