She looked up, then away, as Michael approached. “Angeline, don’t turn from me. Just give me a moment.” The raspy sound in his voice revealed he probably hadn’t slept. “I can’t leave things the way they are between us.” “There’s anything left to say.” “There is.” He pulled a chair close to hers and sat, taking her hand in his. He ran his thumb lightly over her wrist and palm. “Yes, Adrian asked me to assure your safe passage from England to Houston, but I didn’t plan to hide my identity from you. I was late coming aboard, and you arrived early. Each time I tried to tell you and failed, it became more and more difficult. I regret more than you know that I didn’t. You’re bright, intelligent and beautiful, and I wanted your company more than I should have. Everything, except my initial omission for being there, has been honest between us.” Angeline wanted to believe him.
