Father, I’ll get better, I promise.’
‘I’ll be strong. I’ll still be me.’
‘I’m all fixed now.’
Rían’s finger tapped absently on the side of the goblet as the words Jenaveve muttered earlier at lunch kept wrestling through his head, wishing his cup was filled with bourbon instead. With whatever was bothering her, making her distant, having her pull away from him, she was keeping it locked up inside that pretty little head. And it was driving him crazy not knowing how he could help her. Yes, they were still strangers and needed more time to get to know each other. And perhaps, he hoped, one day she would open up and trust him with her secrets. But Rían knew he would do anything now to keep that rare, gorgeous smile on her face. And something that was clearly troubling her kept chasing it a
