Chapter 6Darby slept in fits, tossing and turning in the bed that suddenly seemed too big for her. Rest was elusive for reasons more than discomfort, though. Edmund consumed her thoughts. Edmund, and his confession, and that kiss, and the warning, and everything else that came along with it. It killed her to think she’d never even suspected the depth of his feelings—Darby considered her skills at reading people topnotch—but even more than that, the knowledge turned everything she’d thought she’d known about him on its head.
She adored Edmund. He’d become such an integral part of her life that she couldn’t imagine how huge the hole would be if he weren’t there for whatever reason. But that kiss, that toe-curling, breath-stealing kiss, had reached into her heart and demanded it wake up. She
