Monday
Rhett caught her in his arms, but to her surprise, he went down to his knees, carrying them both to the ground and wrapping himself over her, pinning her beneath him in a swamp of dark hair and long-limbed lean man. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder and just lay there. She stroked her hands through his hair, thoroughly confused.
She had expected anger and fighting, as things had always been between them. He would yell at her about being thoughtless, and she would accuse him of expecting more of her than he did other people, of setting unrealistic standards for her…
He had robbed her of her preconceived idea of what hammering at his door would mean, and as a result, she was disarmed.
“You forgive me,” he said, his voice muffled. “You forgive me for the
