stared a

lits. He searched her face, looking for

coff. The sound scraped again

t, Josephine," Donovan said, his voice dri

lloused finger at the

e is no more luxury here. There is no sta

his harsh words without breaking eye contact. She

apers from the glass table. She held the thi

jaw ticked again. He was wait

of the thick document

ion, she tore the divorce pa

ing paper ripped through the te

ers jerked back. His stoic, terrifying expres

them again. Her knuckles turned white with the effort. S

s fluttered down, scattering over th

epped around the table and grabbed her shou

demanded, his voice cracking wi

h. She didn't pull away. She let him hold her, showing

nd and placed it gently

rd, forcing him to look at th

id softly, her voice unwavering. "

in his eyes flickered. It was instantly rep

nificantly. The heat of his palms seep

ned him. He ran a trembling hand through his short, m

eaving. He was desperately trying to find a logical, selfish reason

ghtly. It was th

ow you are a man of honor, Donovan. You

ghtened. A tiny, involuntary glimmer of hope

g," Donovan warned her, his voice rough. "It's

sie replied, her tone perfectl

ght Donovan completely off guard. The ti

her, hiding his face. He adjusted

an said gruffly to the wall, "you will

road back. She had pl

nov

hoed from the second-floor landin