The Dollmaker (The Forgotten Files, #2)

by Mary Burton

“I want the stuff that happens outside this room to work,” she said. “Why now? You didn’t want it eight months ago.” She shook her head. “You’re getting angry.” “I’m not.” He shoved out a breath. He at least owed her the truth. “I am angry. At myself. I rushed us into this marriage, and that was a mistake.” “You didn’t drag me kicking and screaming. I wanted it also.” “And you left it.” She fisted her fingers. “Because you shut me out.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I never pretended to be anything I wasn’t.”

And as much as I’d like to tell you I want to be different, the truth is, I like my job. I’m good at it, and I hope to be locking up scum until my last days on this earth.” “I don’t mind the long hours, the dedication it takes, but you made me feel like a stranger in my own home.”

“That’s on you, not me.”

“God, you’re so damn hard to love. Why won’t you let me just love you?”

He didn’t know how to be anyone else. He didn’t know how to be the person she needed.