Do they?’ He was relaxed and in control, his handsome features
displaying not a flicker of emotion, and she watched with a growing
the feeling of helplessness.
How did you communicate with someone like him? Someone who lived his life through facts and numbers? Did he feel nothing? And then she remembered his acrimonious divorce and knew that the man had to have scars. When life attacked you, it left wounds. She knew that.
Is that what had happened to him? Had he learned to bear his scars and keep on walking? Had his wife’s abrupt departure stopped him feeling or had that happened long before his marriage had ended?
‘You’ve never made a mistake, Mr. William?’
His mouth twisted into a cynical smile and everything about his face was suddenly brutally hard—his aggressive jaw, the g
