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She felt like such a fake. She felt like a liar.
She brushed her cheek against Qui
Maybe just once more.
Audie felt Qui
How did she get so wrapped up in this man's life?
Audie tried to stay calm, but despite the deep thump of his heart beneath her cheek, despite the warm, sensual tingle that still spread through her body, she was far from calm.
She slammed her eyes shut and heard a desperate little groan escape from her lungs. She pulled him tighter.
The problem was, she'd allowed herself to need him. And the force of that need brought her the brightest joy and the darkest fear she'd ever known. Because she knew that when she failed with Qui
Let's face it-she didn't know how to love one man, let alone the man's entire family! She'd have to be insane to risk disappointing all those people! She didn't want the responsibility. She didn't want the grief or the guilt.
She didn't want any of it.
"I'll be right back. I need to go to the bathr-"
Qui
She knew Qui
She tried to shake off the seriousness. "I'll be gone three seconds, Qui
"Talk to me, Audie."
Her whole body went still.
When he began to soften his embrace, Audie realized he'd been holding her together. As his arms relaxed, the knot of emotions broke apart inside her, her limbs felt weak, and her throat opened to a horrible sound she didn't recognize. Within seconds, she had her face buried in his chest and she was weeping.
"I've got you, lassie. Go ahead and cry." Qui
"I love you," he whispered in between her sobs. "I love you, sweet Audie."
"No! No! Don't love me! I-"
He pressed her head to his chest and began to sing. Audie's eyes flew wide with surprise and she gulped back her cry so she could hear him.
"When a man's in love he feels no cold
As I not long ago
As a hero bold to see my girl
I plowed through frost and snow
"And the moon she gently shed her light
Along my dreary way
Until at length I came to the spot
Where all my treasure lay."
His singing was simple, true, and sweet, filled with the same beautiful cadence as his speaking voice. She lay perfectly still as he continued.
"I knocked on my love's window,
saying 'My dear, are you within?'
And softly she undid the lock
So slyly I stepped in.
"Her hand was soft and her breath was sweet
And her tongue it did gently glide.
I stole a kiss-it was no miss
And I asked her to be my bride."
He paused then, and Audie waited, breathless, for the next line. It didn't come.
"Why did you stop?" she whispered.
He laughed softly. "It doesn't have a happy ending."
Audie raised up on her elbow and frowned down on him. Did he understand? Was he telling her that he understood she could never give him what he deserved?
"So what happens?" she asked.
"She punches him."
Audie studied him in the soft light from the hallway and he looked back at her warily. "I'm sorry there isn't a happy ending, Qui
When he tried to smile, his face revealed a combination of such masculine power and fine beauty that it made her ache. In such a short time she'd gone from seeing this man as a sexy but aggravating cop to what he was now-probably the closest she'd ever get to love.
"Why were you crying, Audie? Was it the damn photographs again?" Qui
She shook her head.
"I know being with my family reminds you of what you didn't have. My heart breaks to think you were ever lonely."
His words stu
"It's not fair that your family didn't stand by you and love you. It's not right that you didn't have a bunch of people telling you you were great when you sucked, or telling you that you sucked when you were great… like families are supposed to."
She didn't move.
"Audie, you can have my family, they can be your family, too, if you want."
Her throat nearly locked up on her, but she knew she needed to regain control of this conversation. "Like a rental?" she managed.
"I'm serious."
She raised up a little more and scowled at him. Her pulse was racing. "So am I, Qui
She started to move away, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and studied her-the plump cheeks and ripe lips, the clean line of her jaw, the delicate hollow at the base of her slim throat. He reached up to brush a few stray locks from her damp forehead and cupped his palm around her frightened, tear-stained face.
Qui
"What I'm saying is that you can borrow my family while you decide if you want one of your own-you know, a husband-and-kids sort of arrangement-someday. And if you ever decide you do, be sure to let me know. I'll help you look for them."
Her heart lodged in her mouth. Was all this some kind of backhanded proposal of marriage? These questions? The song? Oh, God, no. Either she was reading far too much into this or she'd waited too long. But it hadn't even been seven weeks!
She forced a casual smile and kissed his cheek, trying her best to hide the terror she felt. "I'll be sure to tell you, Qui
She slipped out of his grasp and escaped the bed.
"Audie. Just one more thing."
She spun around.
"You said something to me on the boat about your parents that I can't get out of my head."
Audie let out an exasperated groan. "You're not going to interrogate me tonight, are you? I'm really not in the mood for-"
"You said your parents tolerated each other." As Qui