CHAPTER FORTY ONE
“It’s complicated.”
“But you care for him, do you, this Viking?”
“I . . .”
Oh God, she hadn’t really wanted to think it before when every step on that tightrope was one she could not take back, one she feared might see her stand in mid-air with nowhere left to fall but to earth. When even here she had been forced to tell herself, for all she dreamt of it, the island was not the real world, the one she could inhabit with him. Yet she had fallen, despite it all she had fallen. And not just to earth. She hadn’t walked down that slope that night for a handsome face and a beguiling body. Or if she had, that was not how it ended. But it was hard to admit to herself when there was always that bit she must keep back and no guarantee she would ever see him again. She nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
“And he cares for you?”