Mia Grant's heart jolted.
After a long moment, she covered her face, laughter spilling out from between her fingers.
Her shoulders shook with laughter.
As if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Yates Donovan held her tighter. "I know I shouldn't have used that word."
'My heart ached for you.'
'I shouldn't have put it that way.'
"But you know I'm not good with words. You have to forgive me."
Mia Grant laughed until tears streamed down her face.
Or maybe they weren't from laughter.
It was just that the smile made her seem a little less sad, a little less miserable.
"I know that story you told me from your dream was only a small part of it."
"I know you don't want to say more, but I really do want to know everything."
"I'm not trying to investigate who you really are. I just… I just really want to understand the 'you' from before."
This time, he steered clear of that word—pity.
