her throat as the door cl
o didn'
ike he had all the time in the world, arms crossed, gaze heavy
slowly. "Why is
ed that," he sai
didn't
ing toward her in measured s
oice shaking, "-to let me believ
him," Vincenzo corre
hed with heat. "Y
ands still relaxed at his sides.
at, "you're
d slightly. "Is t
ill hear the echoes of Lorenzo's voice, the guilt, the cowardice. Her
safe," she said softly. "And you knew
u didn't benefit t
d at him.
to the room, to the house. "You're no longer
ilding again, sharp and wild
w, his voice lowering. "You're a
wallowe
shout-but they hi
r step. Now they wer
, resting on her waist. She flinched at the contact-but he d
" he said. "You hate me for w
u," she whispere
ed. "Fear is more
d, but her hair was still pinned up from the wedding. She felt the weight of
head dipp
felt him press it against the curve of her neck.
against her skin. "But I know be
"Don't mistake my s
ve a whisper. "I'm waiting to see ho
e side of her ribs, not groping, not
she could see the slight scar just below his left eye. Not deep. B
d, her voice steady now. "Do
he said, stepping back. "And
ked. "Ex
ike they hadn't just stood on the edge of something dangerous. "You'
wh
th his hand
ll mak
art leapt.
y. "Do you want to find ou
aid n
dn't
shut be
he exhaled shakily, wiping her hands on her skirt even though ther
id it would be-laid on a velvet hanger
was
red. Not
od
It wasn't revealing, but it was clearly tailored
at it for a
she c
t that way. She didn't wear the heels they'd given her-just the flats. Sh
quiet when s
ld fixtures. Everything here was too perfect. Too
the stairs, a m
dered, built like a wall. He didn't spe
a dining room that c
ne seat wa
e shirt was half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to the elbow, veins running up his forearms. One
up when sh
t, the way it moved as she walked. He didn't h
n up well
"You dress me like a doll
ping his wine. "I
dn't w
she
ed her
just brought in-seared duck, wine sauce, and roasted
ked up
said as she cut into th
said with a smile, "