“Cassidy?” His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze once more. “Are you still the woman I love? The woman I still kiss every night?”

“I am still me, love. I am still Cassidy Salem Bentley.” I waited for him. I waited five seconds to pass. Ten. Thirty. Sixty.

A minute has gone between us, and finally, his expression softened. The anger momentarily subsided as he searched my eyes. “Then what is it about, Cassidy? What aren't you telling me?”

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. For a moment, the walls I had built to shield my truths began to crumble, threatening...