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Darryl froze. He gulped loudly. His eyelashes danced a wild jig as he turned by slow degrees, then tilted his head up.
And up.
And up, all the way to Rhys’s waiting glare.
“Boo.” With a lightning-quick motion, Rhys grabbed Darryl by the throat. The younger man squirmed and sputtered, clawing in vain at Rhys’s grip.
“You scheming little bastard,” Rhys snarled. “I knew I didn’t like you.”
“Is Cora well?” Meredith asked, nearly beside herself with emotion.
“She’s well.” Rhys tightened his grip, and the shade of Darryl’s face deepened from scarlet to plum. “But she could have died. We all could have died.” He gave the youth a shake. “I’ve a mind to throw you in the bog, let the wild pigs sniff you out.”
Tears were streaming down Darryl’s face by this point, and his violet complexion was tending toward blue.
“Rhys,” Meredith said, tilting her head toward the youth. “Please.”
He instantly released his grip.
“Damn,” Rhys muttered as Darryl fell to the floor, dragging in air with raspy gulps. “Lucky for you, this is the week I give up killing men with my bare hands.”
“Gads.”Darryl writhed on the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping like a fish plucked from a stream.
“Can’t. Breathe.”
Rhys glared at him. “Burns, doesn’t it?”
Darryl’s head jerked in response.
“Good. I’m glad.” Rhys turned to Meredith. “I know that feeling, Merry.” He spoke low and only to her. “I’ve dangled at the brink of death more times than I can count. And that steep climb back to life, it hurts like hell. The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well.” He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. “I’d forgotten that, you see. Coming back to life … It hurts.”
She nodded, understanding him perfectly. His was a battered soul, and her love … it must have hit him like gin dashed over an open wound. But he was back here, ready to take more of it, no matter how it pained him inside. Because he was the bravest man on God’s earth.
And he was hers. All hers, at last. Her heart swelled with joy.
From the floor, Darryl moaned.
“Get out,” Rhys growled at him. “Get out, and begone. Unless you want to spend eternity haunting those ruins yourself, you will not let me find you.”
Still gasping for air, Darryl crawled toward the ladder on his belly. At a painfully slow rate, he disappeared from the loft. A dull thud suggested he’d taken the last few rungs the hard way. At last, they heard the door swing on its hinges.
When Meredith and Rhys were finally alone, he turned to her. His brow furrowed with concentration.
“I love you,” he said bluntly. “I have to say that, before anything else. Because it’s the most important thing. I love you.”
Dear, dear man. He spoke the words as though they were some sort of damning verdict on her life. “I’m very happy to hear it.”
He heaved a sigh of obvious relief. He ambled his way across the room to her, looking around the loft. “You’re hanging curtains?”
She nodded, sliding her scissors onto the windowsill. “The lace you bought in Bath.”
“Pretty.”
He stopped next to the window and surveyed the view over her shoulder. So close to her, but not touching yet. Her breathing came quick, and her heart began to pound. Every inch of her tingled with anticipation.
He said casually, “I think this would be an ideal nook for a dressing table. Little chair, a mirror.” His big hands outlined a square in the empty space. Oh, how she wanted those hands on her. “Your silver hairbrush set can go right here.”
“Right next to your shaving kit.”
