“How?” “This is a sixteenth-century castle. There are many secret passageways throughout.” “So it is okay to invade my privacy?” She walked around him. “Please go away.” “No.” He crowded her, forcing her farther into the room. “I’m sorry. I never meant to cause you pain.” “How could it not hurt?” She backed away from him, needing distance, needing to be alone to bind her wounds. “It was the most devastating time of my life. A stupid, shameful time.” “Katrina.” He took a step forward. She took two back. He stopped, his expression anxious. “What happened?” “You know.” She wrapped her arms around herself to contain the pain, to hold back the tremors. Unable to look at him, she chose the ceiling instead. Such exquisite crown molding. “He told you. Just go. I am sorry for your loss, but I do not want you kissing me anymore. Despite what you think, I am not a loose woman. I will not be used in that way again.” “I don’t think that.” He sounded appalled.
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