Mastering the intricacies of rope was much like mastering the nuances of Angel. And tonight, he discovered that no rope on earth compared to the touch of her lips against his skin.

His nose rested in her hair, his arms held her close while she slept. For the first time in years, he sank into memories of his past.

His parents had little time for the odd child that shied away from a mother's embrace. The best doctors, psychiatrists, and therapists made little headway past the walls ...