Kash wound a lock of hair around his finger, watched the silvery-white strands glisten in the half-light. "There hasn't been anyone else for me since the first time you took me to bed," and it had been her doing the taking, because he'd been tight with nerves, wrapped up in his memories and fearing his nightmares.

"But I wasn't sure you felt that way. I knew you loved me. Just not... enough to have my baby."