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A swell of emotion lodges itself in my throat. “Oh.”
“I might be cold, rude, and distant, but I’m not blind. My whole job is about evaluating assets and it turns out that you’re my biggest one.”
I never thought someone talking finance to me would be so heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
He gives my hand another squeeze as if to remind me of our connection. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you by my side.”
“You don’t need to try too hard. I am your wife after all.”
“Even if you weren’t, I won’t give you up.” The little smile on his face does something crazy to my heart rate.
I never thought someone like him could be capable of such sweet words. “Who knew you were such a nice guy underneath your grumpy exterior?”
“Don’t go telling anyone else or they’ll be disappointed to find out it’s only for you.”
Looks like the reporterwasright. Declan does have a soft spot for me after all.
“Why?”
“Forelsket1.” His raspy whisper makes me feel like he shares a secret I can’t decode.
“Spell it for me.” I pull out my phone.
He shakes his head as if it can erase the tiny smile on his face. “Some words aren’t meant to be translated.”
“That’s such a lie! All your words have translations.”
“Correction. Some words aren’t meant to be translated byyou.”
I cross my arms. “Where did you learn all these words anyway? There’s no way you know all these languages.”
He turns his head back toward the road. “It was a game my mom and I played together when I was a little kid.”
My throat gets scratchy at the thought. “How?”
“I was always bad at expressing my feelings, way before my mom ever got sick.”
“You? No. I refuse to believe that,” I say with absolute seriousness.
His glare makes me laugh.
“She taught me how some people need a hundred words to express a single thought, while some people only need one word to share a hundred thoughts.”
“I never thought of it that way.”
His eyes become distant. “It became our secret code. If I was feeling a certain way, she would ask me for my word.”
My bottom lip quivers. “What made you start using them again?”
He turns and looks at me. “Not what butwho. We both struggle with words in our own ways. Me with expressing them, and you with reading them.” His explanation makes each word he shares feel even more meaningful.
The burning sensation in my chest intensifies, betraying just how much my heart wants to throw caution to the wind. It scares me more than I care to admit, so I stick to a safer question. “What made you choose non-translatable ones?”
“They started out in English but eventually once my brothers started picking up on it and started copying me, I switched gears. There was no way they could saykyoikumama,let alone spell it.”
“Always against sharing, ever since a young kid, huh?”
“You’re an only child. You can’t even begin to understand what it is like to grow up with siblings always stealing your stuff and copying you.”
