She picked a comb and pulled it through her hair. It was so hopeless, she felt like crying again and she longed for the comfort of Bryan's arms, she wished she could lean on his powerful shoulders and tap from his strength. And the worst thing was that if he it in contact with him, she would get that comfort, that strength to lean on. He had offered tenderness the night they had been together, albeit after he had forced her to submit without reserve. She didn't understand why but it had always ...