It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. Never would she have thought when she was bought that her husband would be so honest, so heartbreaking. Here sat Kristoff St. Michaels, a man physically superior to most, spilling his heart about the woman he thought he let down. The sorrow and remorse that poured from him was so thick, so tangible that it suffocated her. She thought she would just be a possession, a pretty little object that would always be expected to be ready for her husband. This life was certainly not what she expected, but she accepted it, embraced it. “Several men wanted you, but there wasn’t any way I was going to let them have you. I felt my heart beat for the first time in two years when I saw you. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I do believe that what I felt for you when I first saw you goes against any logic and reason.” His hand cupped her cheek and he said softly, “I don’t expect you to have any idea of what I feel for you, of what I want to have with you, but I hope you’ll accept me and let me show you how good I can be to you.”
