David just watched her. Waiting patiently for her to understand. Her breathing picked up and she began to pace along the back of the couch, twisting her fingers. He couldn't possibly no even he couldn't be so cruel. She shook her head, the tips of her hair swishing along her shoulder blades as she twirled absently on her toes, turning to pace in the other direction. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He stood still as a statue with his arms crossed over his powerful ...