now, her eyes scanned the horizon, searching for the danger she sensed always around her and Sara. The feeling wouldnât go away!
âRelax,â Kyle said, suddenly beside her. âYouâre as jumpy as a rabbit on opening day of the hunting season.â
âI feel that way.â
She tried to take a calming breath, but the scent of him caught in her throat. Once sheâd loved to bury her face in the groove of his neck and shoulder and inhale the spiciness of his aftershave and the warmth of his skin.
Once, so very long ago.
The grief of his absence rose from that nameless place inside her, making her clench her teeth as pain pierced her soul and reminded her again of his leaving her.
A finger under her chin turned her to face him. âYou look so forlorn sometimes,â he murmured, his mouth no more than inches from hers. âLike an orphaned Bambi with no one to turn to.â
âIâve felt that way, too.â She tried for a light tone, something to ease the tension that sprang between them.
âIâm not going to leave until this whole mess is cleared up. You have my word on it.â
His voice was deep, solemn, a pledge to her and Saraâs future. She fought an urge to lean into him, to share the burden of their childâs safety, to admit all the many fears sheâd faced during the past few weeks. She swallowed, then swallowed again as tears fought a battle with her pride.
âBecause weâre a case?â she finally asked.
âBecause youâre my family.â
Their eyes locked, his hard and determined, almost angry. She knew the question had been cruel. âIâm sorry,â she managed to say.
He shook his head. âIt doesnât matter.â
She heard the resignation in his tone, the knowledge that it was over between them. She saw the bitter despair in his eyes. She didnât understand it.
âYou really cared about us, why would you stay away for two years?â
âI told you.â
âOur safety.â She shook her head. âA family stays together, works through the problems together.â
âI made a decision based on the information I had at the time. I canât go back and change it.â
He met her gaze steadily. Why did his being there make the death of their marriage seem so much harder? How could it have happened when sheâd loved him so much?
âDani,â he said softly, suddenly, as if the old loving name were torn out of him.
For a moment, she saw the same torture in his eyes that she felt inside. She started to open her arms to him and offer him all the comfort she could give, knowing she would find the same in his arms.
The moment hung suspended between them like a golden thread of promise, tantalizing her with what could have been. Could have been, but wasnât.
âItâs too late,â she whispered.
He stepped back, his face once more controlled, an unreadable map of a place so remote she knew she would never find it. âYes, I know.â He gave an odd half laugh. âYou donât have to worry. I wonât force myself on you.â
With that strange remark, he left her and went outside. Through the window she watched as he followed every track in the glistening snow as he surveyed her tiny kingdom. She had never worried about him forcing himself on her. That had never crossed her mind. She went to check on Sara, feeling like the doomed princess in some dark fairy tale that had no happy ending.
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âThere. Thatâs it.â Danielle pointed out the driveway leading to the McCallum house.
Kyle turned in. The headlights of the truck picked out the details of the vehicle already there. He parked behind Shane McBrideâs car. Sara unsnapped the seat belt and looked up expectantly, her eyes shining.
Danielle unfastened the belt and opened the door. Kyle took hers and Saraâs hands as they walked up the snowy sidewalk to the front door. Jenny
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