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His broad shoulders shifted “Just the way I know I’ht It doesn’t sound likeme”
He released her and she took a step back, and then another, not because she wanted to be apart from him but because she couldn’t think when she was close to him and this conversation was i”
“It must be”
“What sounds like you? Could you describe yourself? Who do you think you ht be?”
“European Wealthy” He grimaced “Mediterranean, most likely I think I run a coood at it I feel like I have quite a few e suspicion that I’m a perfectionist, and, quite possibly, not easily pleased” He looked chagrined “And if that is all true, I’ve just described a man that sounds like a poh I don’t yet know myself”
She laughed “Considering that you don’t know yourself, I think you’re being a little hard on yourself After spending the past few days with you, I think you’re a better person than you described My gut says you’re a very good person, as well as so of a loner, because even when you ith your friends, you were still a bit distant, and rather alone”
“Probably because I’m an unlikable prat—”
“No!” She interrupted with a throaty gurgle of laughter, and the sheer joy in the sound stopped her Was that really her giggling? Sounding so ih life very seriously She was cos, and her life revolved around work and being useful and practical
“What are you thinking now?” he asked
“Is it that obvious I have a tendency to overthink everything?”
“I like it I like you Don’t ever apologize for being you, Josephine”
The coruffness in his voice made her throat swell closed She felt a ridiculous need to cry It had been such a strange and wonderful few days with hi inside her felt full and tender and new
“We should head back to the house so I can focus on dinner,” she said
He caught her by the wrist to stop her fro “You never answered o?”
She suppressed a shiver as he stroked the inside of her wrist with the pad of his thuht “That I’ not to look at hisnot to remember their kiss earlier, because it had been perfect, and heclose to hily aware of how ulped a breath and then lifted her chin, deterht “I’m happy you’re here”
CHAPTER THREE
THE SKY WAS putting on a show tonight, the sunset a stunning orange on top of red, while waves crashed onto the beach—but the beauty was lost on hih him He didn’t yet know hie and disorienting as well as infuriating He didn’t like not knowing himself, and he didn’t want to be called by a name that wasn’t his
He wanted his name, and his identity
He wanted to be hiood and bad, fully e to feel and think without a foundation of self, never e
Every time he heard himself say I thinka little voice inside hi him Are you sure? How do you know?
So, hurrah, his h He was impatient with the process He didn’t want pieces of himself; he wanted all his h to sense things about himself He needed to know He needed the truth
The darkness inside hiht and it crossed his mind that this life of hers was not him, which just made him want to knohat his life was He was by nowith Josephine, but this quiet island of hers wasn’t his life
He kneith certainty that his life wasn’t quiet
His asn’t calm
His world had stress and chaos and deadlines and people
“Here,” Josephine said, elass of wine in her hand “I think you could use it”