For the next few days Levi trod very carefully around Poppy. Since the fall she’d retreated into her shell. He could barely get a word out of her. But Levi was a patient man. He didn’t expect her to open up to him, not yet. She’d need time to conquer her embarrassment. He hoped that, in the end, she might confide in him.
Levi couldn’t put the sight of Poppy’s horribly bruised back from his mind. Her skin had been an assortment of colours – not the result of a single accident. Blue, purple and black. Yellow, green and pale brown. Someone had inflicted the injuries over an extended period of time. It made his blood boil. A boyfriend or husband? Poppy was such a mystery, so tight-lipped about her history. If she was on the run from her past, now he understood why.
Keeping the knowledge to h
