Kord
“It’ll take more than trying, Kord,” Doyle said. There was a cold, hard edge to his voice.
He stared at Doyle who always seemed so tough and in control but now looked wounded and sad and vulnerable. And he knew it was all his fault. There was no getting around that. But the one thing he knew for certain, the one thing that all this had brought into focus, was that he loved Doyle. He’d never felt so sure, never felt so strongly about anything in his life.
“I’ll do whatever it takes, Doyle.” Kord wanted to hold Doyle, to hug away the hurt. But he knew if he tried, it could ruin everything. Doyle didn’t look like he was in the mood for that kind of gesture just yet.
“It’s going to take a lot and things may not work out,” Doyle said. “I’ll hate it and you’ll hate it. But the way I fee
