Chapter 7
Fled
The need to go over to her and pull her into his arms was almost impossible to resist. Yet he managed to keep a steel grip on himself as he watched her weep. This woman had touched something inside him. Maybe it was because of her uniqueness. Maybe it was because she’d been brutalized and half-starved. Or maybe it was because he’d always been a sucker for a woman’s tears. Whatever it was, it was turning into a feeling he couldn’t ignore or walk away from.
Luckily, if there was one thing Art had learned in his twenty-eight years of life, it was that when things got too intense or serious, the best way to break the tension was with a bit of humor. That little lesson had bode him well, and gotten him out of many sticky situations, especially during those years he’d spent ove
