She’d said she loved him. She'd put that impossible, unimaginably beautiful gift in his hands and he’d thrown it back at her. To save her. To save himself.
V.S. CarnesTags: love heart preservation
Shifting uneasily, Caine cleared his throat, left to wonder why her eyes would make him so unbelievably uncomfortable now after all that had already passed between them these past few weeks.
“Caine?”
That would be why. It was a question of insurmountable proportions. A single word that held every fear he had ever had—and every wish he had ever made on those cursed stars. She needn’t say more. In a single syllable, she had said more than he wanted to hear in an entire lifetime.
He squinted at her. He recalled the tears in her eyes that had not fallen into her teacup. No, it wasn’t a revelation. Not even to him. Yet, this was the same woman who had stolen a camel right out from under the Anti-Zionist army’s nose. She’d taken his hand, thrown herself down a sand dune on a dare, and then beaten him back up it. She’d glared at him and refused to part from his side. A coward?
“Never,” he said again.
Tags: love courage admiration
Southern gentleman,” he said aside to him in Arabic. “Do you wish for me to continue this for you?”
Caine’s temper shifted to a low simmer in his chest. “Your way takes too long.”
“Ma’aleyk, and your way hurts my ears,” he argued.
Tags: friendship love romance
I remember every good thing about you. Every sweet and perfect thing. And nothing else.” He touched her chin, tipped it up to look into her wet brown eyes. Even smudged, they were gorgeous. The dawning light in them filled his heart, and healed it. “Nothing else.
V.S. CarnesTags: love romance forgiveness
Care for her. He was unworthy of such a gift. Unworthy of her blind trust and her sparkling, slightly crooked smiles, let alone her heart. But he wanted her, selfish fool he was and had always been. Care for her? Ah, God, she consumed him.
V.S. CarnesWait for me.”
If his voice was just a bit hoarse, she didn’t seem to take note of it. She looked at him as though he had reached over and slapped her. “You don’t trust me? After all that talk of taking me for my word—”
“This isn’t about trust.”
“That is precisely what this is about.” Her fingers fisted in her skirts. “Because I’ve trusted you.”
It hurt him to hear it. He didn’t know what else to do. He had no contacts left. He was walking around now like a blind man. He didn’t need the added weight of her safety on his conscience.
Caine’s eyes fell away again. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
That earned him a flustered: “You told me to!
…deceitful!” she decided with a little bounce of fury that briefly ballooned the silk of her trousers. “There! You deceitful …”
“Gillia…”
“…misleading, dishonest, insincere…”
“Those are all the same words, Gill—”
“Ooh! Liar!”
She’d managed to get her hands on a small pillow. He ducked just as it whizzed past him. In justice, however, it did strike the mosaic vase behind him on an engraved mahogany pedestal, and it tipped and spun on its base before landing in a shattered heap on the bare floor.
“Now, look what you’ve done!” she accused tearfully and bolted from the room.
Tags: romance anger betrayal deceit
Are you in the habit of taking tea with anyone who approaches you in a foreign port?” He went on and snorted carelessly. “No wonder you were abducted so easily.
V.S. CarnesWhen silence greeted her question, she looked at Caine—for that was how he saw himself in that moment and in all the moments after: his brother’s murderer.
V.S. CarnesTags: murder guilt brotherhood brother
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