Rod held his eyes for a moment longer.

But Rod held his hand fast, anxiety creasing his face.

Rod leaned forward, made eye contact with me and held it for a second before he said, "You'd be more in the administration end of things.

Hot Rod easily held his own with the Headmasters, and noted that for some reason they had lost their "edge".

Rod held her close, trying to cradle her as they walked.

Rod held his breath, screwed up his courage, and took a chance.

Rod held his breath, feeling the jealousy climb up to consume him.

Rod caught his son under the shoulders and held him at arm's length.

Rod held the boy's shoulders with both hands, but his gaze held Owen's.

Rod held his son's eyes with a grave stare.