He ran the cleaning rag across it. With subtle darkening his jaws and his eyes in shadows, his reflection looked as if he were haunted—maybe he was, with the past and with the unsteady future. If he loved again as deeply as he suspected, he just might find pain, because Leigh had made it clear that she had little room in her life for him.
Well, after she came to tell him to mind his own business, then she would have nothing to do with him.
The problem was—the soft feeling and the excitement running inside him told him that she was his business. He wanted to take care of her and that instinct ran too deep to ignore.
