Kayan stopped in the doorway of the library. Primrose was there, sitting by the fireplace, an orange glow bathing the pages of her book, and her pale skin. The fire wasn’t really necessary, even though Sicily did get cooler at night. But he had a feeling Primrose had lit it for ambiance, comfort. She was that kind of person. The kind who enjoyed moments, small, simple things. Like flowers in vases.
When it didn’t irritate him, it amazed him. Made him ache for something he didn’t truly believe he could ever find for himself.
It made him feel like he should turn away from her. To go back to where things were numb.
But he didn’t want to. For the moment, he would take the ache with the pleasure of seeing her. “Come riding with me.”
She looked up at him, a smile spreading over her face. “I
