"Read on,”he insisted. “I hear you.”She looked down at his hand spread upon her page. “I am listening,”he told her earnestly. “To you.”He thought Daisy Plumtre might have dropped her charcoal, but he didn’t know for sure. He knew of nothing but Diana’s fingertips hesitantly brushing across his knuckles, easing his hand aside so she might continue reading.
You got me, lip trembled a bit at that part