If only he could break through her emotional defences once and for all. Yet he knew if he pushed too hard she would throw up everything she had to protect herself. He knew first hand what it was like to pretend to be something you weren’t just to protect yourself. Greg let her cry herself out. Unlike some men, a woman crying did not frighten him. Once the tears had subsided, she leaned against him, occasionally taking a deep breath, her body shuddering as it fought to keep itself together. He didn’t rush her, he was simply there, supporting her both physically and emotionally. “I’m so sorry, Greg,” she said at last pushing herself away from him. “I don’t usually let myself go like that.” “Maybe that’s the problem, you hold it all inside.” “Maybe it is, but I’m too tired now to go over everything you need to know.” He tried not to look pleased. Her words meant she was willing to let him in, but he didn’t want to look smug in this small victory. “It’s late.
