devoted she was to a sister sheâd known for only six months was proof of that. âDid you have a rough childhood?â
âThe families I lived with did right by me. I canât complain.â
âBut?â
âI guess I just always had the sense that I didnât belong. That they were taking care of me, but they werenât my real family. That it was all temporary, you know?â
He didnât know. But then, how could he? Heâdgrown up with his parents hovering over him and his little brother teasing him and breaking his toys. Heâd always known he belonged. âIs that where the cynicism comes from?â
âI suppose.â
âIâll bet it was hard, moving from family to family.â
âOnly the first time.â
And then sheâd gotten used to it? Bryce jammed his hands back into his pockets. âWhat happened the first time?â
âItâs not important.â
âYou can tell me. God knows I talked your ear off earlier. Itâs your turn. And besides, if youâre going to make me stand out here in the cold in the middle of the night, youâre going to have to make it worth my while.â
She blew out a breath through tight lips and looked at him as if she didnât believe he really wanted to know.
âIf you donât start distracting me, Iâm going to have to insist we go back to the car.â
âThe first couple who took me in wasnât able to have children. I came to stay with them when I was three, and I always remember my foster mother going to doctors and taking fertility drugs, charting her temperature, the whole thing. Finally when I was about eight, she got pregnant.â
âSo what happened to you?â
âThey included me in everything. Watching her belly grow. Shopping for the crib and baby clothes. I even got to pick out these little washcloths shaped like a duckling and an elephant. They fit over your hand like a puppet. I was so excited about giving the baby a bath with those.â The smile that had touched her lips while she was reliving the memories faded.
âWhat happened?â
âThe child services people came to get me a couple of weeks before the due date. I never got to see the baby.â She shook her head, as if she still couldnât understand it, as if she still felt the sting. âThey didnât want to be foster parents anymore. Once they got their real child, they didnât need me. But the thing that kills me to this day is that they didnât tell me. They just called child services. They let me pick out washcloths knowing Iâd never get to use them.â
âHow could someone do that to a kid?â How could they do that to Sylvie?
âOther kids went through worse. Much worse. I was actually very lucky.â
Lucky. Right. If having your heart broken as a child was lucky. âDid you find another family?â
âI was bounced around after that. But it didnât hurt. Not like that first time. You learn not to let it.â
âHow could it not hurt? You were just a kid.â
âThatâs the secret of cynicism. It works a little like a suit of armor.â She gave him a dry smile.
A smile that hit him square in the chest.
He couldnât do it. He couldnât stand here and pretend he only wanted to be with her because of some deal theyâd made. He wanted to get to know all about her, to soothe her bad memories away, to hold her in his arms and make new ones. He slipped an arm around her.
She looked up at him, searching his eyes.
He wanted to tell her how special she was. How strong and spunky, how warm and sweet. But he couldnât find the words. Heâd used words to make cases his entire career, but none would suffice now. He could only show her. He lowered his lips to hers.
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B RYCE BRUSHED his mouth over Sylvieâs lightly, with more sweetness than passion, more caring than lust, more searching
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