confessed before he could stop himself. âI was defiant, physically aggressive and getting completely out of control before I left.â
âWere you always like that? Because you certainly arenât now.â
He shook his head.
âSo what hapâ Oh.â
âYeah,â he said. âOh.â
âHow about counseling?â she suggested, her brows drawing together. âDid anyone ever offer you mental health help after your little friend was abducted?â
He uttered a short, harsh bark of amusement. âYeah. That was right at the top of my motherâs list, along with hugging her kids and doing volunteer work.â His voice was loaded with sarcasm.
Sydney froze. He imagined she couldnât even conceive of a childhood as chaotic and frightening and lonely as his had been. Then she reached across the table and covered his hand with hers. âIâm so sorry, Danny. No child should ever have to endure all the things you did. Itâs a wonder youâre still sane.â
He almost told her sane was a relative state of mind. âI got past it,â he said grimly.
âAnd then you lost your family.â Were those tears pooling in her eyes? âHow could you stand it?â
âIâve learned to live with it,â he said through his teeth. He really did not want to talk about this anymore.
âItâs no wonder youâve buried yourself in this quiet paradise.â
âItâs not a paradise,â he said harshly, shoving back his chair and slamming away from the table. He shot her a look of bitterness, furious that sheâd forced him to think about the royal screwup that was his whole life. âDonât you get it? Itâs a hideout.â
Five
I tâs a hideout.
There was a ringing silence in the wake of his explosion.
Danny stood with his back to Sydney, looking out over the low balustrade around the edge of the lanai. Beyond him, across the ocean, rose the cloud-shrouded peaks of Kauai. God, he wished he could just disappear into that thick mist. He felt as if one more word would shatter him like a plate of glass.
Sydney didnât say another word. But after a moment he heard her chair scrape back and her dainty footsteps cross the terrace to his side.
And then he went rigid with shock when her slimarms slipped around his waist and she pressed herself to his back.
Holy heaven, but she felt good. Her breasts and thighs were soft against him, reminding him of how very long it had been since heâd known a womanâs touch. Then he realized she was crying. Crying for him. And somehow it wasnât a turnoff but made him want her even more. More than the damn-near-constant wanting heâd known since she first opened those big blue eyes and blinked at him.
âIâm so sorry that I dredged all that up,â she said, her voice breaking. âI only wanted to understand you a little better.â
Hell. How could he stay mad after that? Her tears were soaking the back of his combed-cotton shirt and he could feel her body shaking with silent sobs.
âHey,â he said. With some difficulty he turned in the circle of her clinging arms, and now, sweet Lord, she was pressed against him from neck to knee, and her body flowed over the hard contours of his as if sheâd been made to fit there exactly so. âItâs all right.â He put his own arms around her cautiously, overwhelmed by sensation and groping for the right words. âIâm sorry, too. I shouldnât have been so touchy.â
âYes, you should have.â Her voice was muffled against his chest. âYouâve had some perfectly awful things happen in your life and I had to remind you of every single one of them.â
âSydney.â He pried her away just enough to loosen her grip and place a finger beneath her chin, tippingher face up and forcing her to look at him. âItâs okay. Itâs not like I ever
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