Chapter 22
A few hours passed. Madeline still stared at the broken cabinet doors. Lying in the bed in Ciaran’s arms, she felt every movement of his body, his energy. Their bodies fit like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that were meant to be next to each other.
What would the big picture be like? Her life? His life? And everyone else around them? Would they make a complete picture? Would the other pieces fit to one another?
His heart rate had slowed, the pain that was seeping out of his pores had subdued, and he was once again peacefully asleep. Then he stirred. Madeline propped up on her elbow and rolled away from Ciaran. He opened his eyes, then sprung to his feet.
He looked her up and down. “Madeline, did I …”
“No. I didn’t offer anything, and you didn’t take anything.”
He let out a
