It was the raw vulnerability in that final plea that finally pierced through Sarah's armor. Moving with agonizing slowness, she finally pivoted on her heels to face him. She schooled her features, desperately trying to construct a mask of cool, detached indifference to hide the violent storm of nervousness raging inside her chest. She stood tall, projecting a chilling calmness that completely betrayed the fact that her knees felt like water.
When her eyes finally met his, the mask nearly slipped. Jayden's face was an open book of nervous tension. The formidable, untouchable man she had married looked completely disarmed. His dark eyes were wide, swirling with a poignant mixture of desperate hope and profound remorse over the harsh, accusing words he had hurled at her just an hour prior.
