She knew. Oh, she knew. It was in every touch, every glance, every caress. And as she flung her arms around his neck again and dragged him to the floor for a spontaneous round of lovemaking, she felt silly for ever pushing him away.
A burden was never a burden as long as there was love. And she loved Cade so much that she’d have followed him anywhere, done anything for him. Because that, she’d realized at some point, was love. It wasn’t fear. Wasn’t regret.
It was pure happiness.
It was Cade Archer, her husband.