Suddenly, his legs seemed to give out and Jake held on to her for balance.

Still, Jake held his breath; any sound he made would betray him.

Jake held it to his ear as the air force officer, a woman, closed the door on her way out.

Jake held the paper up to the light under the table.

He and Jake had just held a long silent conversation understood only between themselves.

Jake took her hand and held it between his.

Jake was still holding her but only in a lose embrace.

When they stopped to listen, Jake held her hand; it was what his father would have done, were he present.

Jake held her, aching inside, knowing all she was feeling and the fear she'd felt in telling him.

Jake and Bliss had held each other until long after dawn.