CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

In an instant, Reynold's strong arms were around Kayla’s enveloping her shaky frame. He didn't speak, didn't pry for explanations; he simply offered the solid warmth of his body as Kayla broke against him.

She cried until no more tears would come, inarticulate with pain and rage and bone-deep weariness. And still Reynold held her close, stroking her hair, bearing silent witness to the storm's passing.

When at long last her sobs dwindled to hiccuping aftershocks, Kayla dared lift her head from Reynold's tear-dampened shirt. She opened her mouth to apologize but Reynold pressed one calloused finger lightly over her lips.

"Sshhh, now,” he soothed. “No need to say anything until you’re ready. Let me make you some tea.”

As he attempted to leave, he was held back by his slender hand clenching his.

She looked up with a tender grace shining in her eyes.

“Can you stay?”

“...okay.” Reynold’s voice stuttered. He awkwardly turned to her. Not sure what to do next.

He closed his eyes, all his body
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