The side window slowly lowered, revealing the face she knew so well and longed to see.
The string of tension inside her finally slackened…
She broke down, burying her head in the steering wheel and sobbing loudly.
Alaric Davenport had intended to drive away, but seeing her weep so bitterly made his own heart ache.
He immediately killed the engine he had just started, slipped into the passenger seat, and murmured, "Rosalind Lowell, you fool."
As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms.
Rosalind sank into his embrace, and the familiar scent of him enveloped her, washing over her with an overwhelming sense of security.
Rosalind pressed her clenched fist against his chest. She had so many questions, but she couldn't bring herself to voice them.
Alaric Davenport tilted her chin up, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and then gently wiped away her tears.
"Why?" Rosalind Lowell asked, her voice a soft, fragile whisper.
