He prays for me. What am I supposed to say to that? I have no idea. But I open my mouth and try to find something anyway. “Don’t,” Henri says. “I never wanted a tame wife.” “But did you want a reckless one?” “Are you being reckless?” I answer honestly. “No.” “I didn’t think so.” Henri cups my face with his free hand and turns it upward so that we are looking each other in the eye. “I want you exactly as you are. Brave and bawdy.”
