I saw it, and something in me softened before I could stop it.
Damn it.
“I know you’re sorry,” I said.
His eyes came back to mine.
“I am.”
“I know.” I took a breath. “And I’m still angry.”
“I understand.”
“But I also…” I stopped.
Coward.
Martha, f*****g coward.
Wonderful.
Caelin did not push.
He simply waited. Like a good boy.
“But I also know I’m fooling myself a little,” I admitted.
I focused on the coffee cup, on the warmth of it against my fingers, on the tiny crack in the ceramic glaze near the handle, because looking at him while saying this felt like stepping off a cliff and hoping the ground respected my schedule.
“This man,” I said, then stopped because my voice had gone softer than intended.
Caelin did not move.
“This man is everything I ever dreamed of,” I cont
