At that moment he understood with excruciating clarity why a man would kill for or die for a woman, why he would protect her with his own life, why he would lay his soul at her feet and swim through shark-infested waters to get her a lemonade if that’s what she asked him to do.
He would do anything, give anything, to have this woman look at him forever the way she was looking at him right now.
For the first time in his life, Hawk felt as if he belonged. Here in this room with her in his arms, in deepening twilight with the rain singing a sad, soft melody through the trees, he felt like he was finally home.
Looking into his eyes she whispered, “Me, too, sweetheart. Me, too.”
He closed his eyes to hide the moisture welling up, afraid he would drown in this river of insanity.
Gone. Sh
