His hand caressed her face. The pad of his thumb gently brushed across her cheek, the corner of her eye, her lips...
She looked into his eyes and understood. "What should I do now?"
"Do you trust me?"
Rosalind Lowell nodded firmly.
"No matter what I do, you have to trust me. That's the only thing you need to remember."
Rosalind Lowell's eyes welled with tears. She'd never imagined someone would one day say something like this to her.
'He's healing me.'
"Okay," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion.
"Even if I, Alaric Davenport, die, I will..."
Alaric Davenport was mid-sentence when Rosalind Lowell covered his mouth with her hand. "No. I trust you. I do. Don't say it."
Alaric Davenport took a deep breath. "In a little while, I'll have Sean Shaw come pick you up. Get in the car, go back to the villa, and let the butler guide you. You'll know what to do after that."
Rosalind Lowell nodded.
Alaric Davenport stroked her hair as they waited for the car together.
