Men who desired me in private but treated me with distance in public.
Men who became cruel when kindness required courage.
Men who wanted affection without the vulnerability of acknowledging it.
I remembered longing for someone who would not make me guess.
Then I had found Reid.
Lost him.
And found him again without knowing I had.
“What did you love about me?”
“Everything.”
“That is not specific.”
“It is accurate.”
“Try harder.”
Reid looked at me for a long moment.
“You were kind when no one could reward you for it.”
My throat tightened.
“You stayed late to repair equipment customers could not afford to replace. You claimed you enjoyed the challenge because you didn’t want them to know you were reducing the bill.”
“That sounds financially irresponsible.”
“It was.”
His thumb stroked the back of my hand.
“You rescued every wounded animal that came near the yard. You argued with me over business expenses, then spent twice Leah’s suggested amount on gifts for the girls.”
“Also irresponsible.”
“Extremely.”
His gaze held mine.
“You laughed with your entire body. You became shy after sex, even though you were rarely shy while it was happening.”
Heat rushed over my face.
Reid’s mouth curved.
“You requested detail.”
“I did not anticipate that category.”
“You asked what I loved.”
“Continue.”
