ack shifting under his skin as he tossed it aside. The ro
ted him to chang
mpletely unaffected by her prese
toward the bed, pulling back the covers as if the act of
. He lay on his back at first, one arm resting
ng at the dimly lit wall, hyper-
me, neither o
f the tension between them. Maybe an offhanded remark from him-som
said
ow, that
f the moment pressed against her. She could hear his steady breathing, f
ght of h
y be rough, or would they move with the same calculat
ugh her, and she shifted beneath the
was rid
ng about her. He h
ont of her, the quiet arrogance of it, made her wonder i
he just d
herself to push the tho
t the only on
e unreadable in the dim light, bu
ooked at him. Or rather,
sily he could read the tension in her shoulders,
he hadn't
able changing in front of her. Hadn't demanded a
than he had giv
tled him more
his money, not the name she had bee
he couldn'
m like that, he wasn't sure h
hen Maeve woke, Luc
side of the bed was
pled. As if he had
e her, her fingers brushing against t
't imagi
ng had
n't going t
oor pulled her f
voice came softly from the ot
in a light sundress be
ady immersed in work. His focus remained
said as she took her
d up briefl
n. No flicker of acknowle
ath her skin. He had changed in front of her like it meant n
e, to hi
oing to let
istance, quiet meals, and nights spent lying inches apart, preten
le into the strange rhythm of this mar
t, the dining room exuding a quiet sophistic
polished table, her posture stiff
e table. "You've handled yourself well, Maeve," he said. "This famil
a small smil
s curling into a tight, unreadable smile. "I suppose time will tell," she
around her fork, but she k
en't a warning. The
k of a response, the ro
mur of conver
l, moving with the kind of effortl
the change
arkened ever so slightly. The
Luca stiffen
head slowly, her
that suggested she had never once questioned her place in this
uca.Like she already knew him.
on her napk
ough the heavy silence,
red. "So wonderful
ely heard
her for days-was looking at this woman
as when sh
st someone fro
eone who sti