Vanessa," he whispered. She moved in her bed. She sniffed. "Cameron?" she asked. "What is it?" he whispered. "Nothing, it's nothing," she whispered back. He went to her bed and sat on the edge. He looked down at eyes that, even in the darkness of her room, were filled and overflowing, her nose pink. "God, Vanessa, if I made you cry, I'll hate myself." "It's not your fault. You're completely innocent. You've been wonderful. I think too much sometimes. I have to learn to let some things go." "Oh, honey," he said, pulling her close. "It's all right. These things take time." "I'm sorry," she said. "You don't have to be sorry. I knew-we both knew-you've had so much to deal with, to try to put into perspective. It's okay." He crawled onto the bed and, on top of the coverlet, slipped an arm under her head to hold her. "You take your time, Vanni. There's lots of time." She turned in his arms and cried against his bare chest, and he held her, understanding the pain. He ached for her. The woman had buried the husband of her heart right before delivering his child. Moving on to the next part of her life wasn't going to be that easy. He didn't care. He was willing to go through this with her, because this was exactly the kind of woman he wanted in his life. A woman who could show commitment this powerful, emotion this deep, love this enduring. When
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