Betsy reached over and put her hand beneath his jaw, turning his head around to face her. “No? You are an ordinary man, Doug, for all of your talents. But an ordinary man who does what is necessary in extraordinary circumstances.”
Betsy leaned in close, her face now only inches from his.
“If that does not make a hero, Doug, I don’t know what would.”
Doug managed a smile, looking into Betsy’s eyes. “Maybe,” he allowed reluctantly.
Betsy smiled. “Just maybe?”
“Yeah.” Doug’s grin widened. “Just maybe.”
The sun rose over Breakstone Lake. A new day was beginning.