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“How? By running them over with your kid-size bicycle?” His hands moved from my body to my face, and he yelled, “Forgive yourself!”
I yelled back that he had no right to lecture me on such a thing when he refused to follow his own advice.
The small bedroom I had been in for a couple of weeks went silent as he stared at me in disbelief.
It was at that moment I realized why I had been put in his bedroom the night I fainted. Lu and Dag saw something when Legend caught my limp body. They witnessed a change in their President while he read my journal. Since they couldn’t reach his heavily guarded guilt, they were hoping a fiery redhead could.
I burst into tears. “He ‘found’ some peace. I just know she helped him.” I was sure of it because, somehow, she was helping me, too.
Heart to heart, I reached inside his chest and told him I would try to forgive myself if he promised to try, also.
Panting in a deep-rooted pain, he warned, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to forgive.”
I didn’t, but I knew he didn’t deserve to suffer. The short time I had been with him, I could see he was beyond a decent man. He cherished a son who wanted to hate him. He treasured men who adored him. He fought for others… He just didn’t know how to fight for himself.
I asked what happened the night his wife died. I asked why he was so sure he was to blame.
Hearing his story, I could now understand how my own guilt was misled, just like his. No matter the mistakes Legend had made, it was still other men’s actions that took Charmaine from him. Legend had tried to do the right thing when learning he was a father again. How could he have ever known it would cost him so dearly?
Wiping under my nose, I wondered what she meant. “What child is she talking about?”
“Read, babe. That answer won’t come until later.”
I told Legend that Charmaine sounded fierce and brave and like the perfect wife for him.
Legend broke into tears.
Yes, the bold and deadly President of the Steel Stallions cried to me, swearing Charmaine was his soulmate.
I touched his face and asked if she would want him to have this life of solitude.
He ran a hand down his face to wipe away his tears. “I never thought about it. Only that she wanted my loyalty. I made a vow. I intend on keeping it.”
I had feelings for this man. No doubt. But after he said that, and had proved his loyalty in such an extreme way, I fell in love with him.
I love Legend.
I may not be his soulmate, nor is he mine, but does that mean our souls can’t connect and offer healing for one another?
Running fingers through his longer hair, I told him that if I had been his wife, and loved him like Charmaine had, I would want him happy. I would see the love he gave me, endlessly, and would want his remaining time on earth to not go without affection.
Grey eyes stared at me. They searched me for honesty… and found some.
Legend asked, “Why do you want me to take this step when you’re leaving?”
He was no fool. He knew I was offering me.
His sad eyes dared to light up a little when I told him I’d stay with him for a little longer if he would start this journey of forgiving himself.
He asked, “Don’t you think the fact I’m old enough to be your father should deter you?”
Legend may have had some wrinkles and greying blond hair, but nothing else about him spoke of an older man. His tattooed bare chest was muscular and wide. His shoulders were as bold as the magnificent spirit begging to be set free. His thighs made pajama pants stretch to their limit.
With a smirk that added to my desire, he asked, “Are you checking me out?”
I explained that I had been so busy studying what was under his skin that I was just now realizing his outer layer was gorgeous, as beautiful as the heart he was allowing me to touch.
He admitted, “See, it’s when you say words like that, that I’m mesmerized by you. Your gumption and intelligence are so attractive. Beyond your picturesque face.”
