Time and Again

Maybe it's not the easiest thing to accept that someone else is the best thing that ever happened to a person you love-but you have to accept it when it's true."
    "I don't have anything against your sister." Or, if he did, he intended to keep it to himself for the time being. "But I intend to talk to Cal about the change he's made in his life."
    "You really are bullheaded."
    He considered the description and decided it was apt enough. "Yes." He smiled at her, delighted by the sulky mouth, the lifted chin. "I'd say we both are."
    "At least I don't go around poking my nose into other people's affairs."
    "Not even pleasantly plump women who want to torture themselves into- what was it-a Merry Widow?"
    "That was entirely different." With a sniff, she pushed her plate away. "I may be cynical, but even I believe in love."
    "I never said I didn't."
    "Oh, really?" Her lips curved, because she was sure she had backed him into a corner. "Then you won't interfere if you see that Cal and Libby are in love."
    "If they are, I hardly could, could I? And if they're not-" he gestured, palm up, "-then we'll see."
    She steepled her fingers, measured him. "I could always send you back into the forest, let you freeze in your sleeping bag."
    "But you won't." He toasted her with his coffee cup. "Because, underneath the prickly hide, you're basically kindhearted."
    "I could change."
    "No, you couldn't. People don't, as a rule." Abruptly intense, he leaned forward to take her hand. It was a gesture he didn't make often, and one that he couldn't resist at that moment. "Sunny, I don't want to hurt your sister. Or you."
    "But you will. If we're in your way."
    "Yes." He turned her hand over thoughtfully. It was narrow, and surprisingly soft and delicate for one that packed such a punch. "You have strong family feelings. So do I. My parents- they've tried to understand Cal's decision, but it's difficult for them. Very difficult."
    "But they've only to see him for themselves to understand."
    "I can't explain." He shifted his eyes from their joined hands to hers. "I wish I could. More than I can tell you."
    "Are you in trouble?" she blurted out.
    "What?"
    "Are you in trouble?" she repeated, tightening her fingers on his. "With the law, or something."
    Interested, he kept his hand in hers. Her eyes were huge and drenched with concern. For him. He couldn't remember ever being more touched. "Why would you think so?"
    "The way you've come here- I guess the way you haven't come before. And you act- I don't know how to explain. You just seem so out of place."
    "Maybe I am." It should have been amusing, but he didn't smile. If he hadn't been so sure he would regret it, he would have pulled her into his arms and just held on. "I'm not in trouble, Sunny. Not the way you mean."
    "And you haven't been-" she searched for the most delicate way to approach the subject "-ill?"
    "Ill?" Baffled, he studied her. The light dawned, slowly. "You think I've been-" Now he did smile, and surprised them both by bringing her hand to his lips. "No, I haven't been ill, physically or otherwise. I've just been busy." When she tried to draw her hand away, he held on. "Are you afraid of me?"
    Pride had always been her strongest suit. "Why should I be?"
    "Good question. You wondered if I was-" he gestured again "-unbalanced. But you let me stay. You even fed me."
    The uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice made her uncomfortable. "I'd probably have done the same for a sick dog. It's no big deal."
    "I think it is." When she pushed away from the table, he rose with her. "Sunbeam."
    "I told you not to-"
    "There are times when it's irresistible. Thank you."
    She was more than uncomfortable now. She was unnerved. "It's okay. Forget it."
    "I don't think so." Gently his thumb stroked over her knuckles. "Tell me, if I had said I was in trouble, would you have helped?"
    She tossed her head carelessly. "I don't know. It would depend."
    "I think you would." He took both her hands and held them until she was still. "Simple kindness,
    especially to someone away from home, is very precious and very rare. I won't forget."
    She didn't want to feel close to him. To be drawn to him. But when he looked at her like this, with such quiet tenderness, she went weak. There was nothing more frightening than weakness.
    "Fine." Fighting panic, she shook her hands free. "Then you can return the favor and do the dishes. I'm going for a walk."
    "I'll go with you."
    "I don't-"
    "You said you weren't afraid of