He may be sullen and imposing, but I know a man who needs to be held when I see one. I wondered if anyone had ever been soft and gentle with Abel King. For long moments, he held me in the quiet depths of his darkened bedroom. This is going to change everything. His fingers stroked the bumps of my spine, and I toyed with the ends of his hair. Finally, I sat back to look at him and smiled. “What did I tell you? Best. Wife. Ever.”
