Mediterranean Men & Marriage. Raye Morgan

could that be when the one she feared was the one holding her? It didn’t make any sense.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away. “I’m being a big baby. I’m…I’m really sorry, Marco.”

      “What is it, Shayna?” he asked, catching hold of her hand. “What has frightened you?”

      “Nothing.” She managed a fairly good smile and congratulated herself on it. “Nothing at all. Now what was it you were coming to tell me?”

      He frowned, wishing he understood what had upset her. He was glad she’d turned to him instead of away, but he didn’t understand it. And he’d been shocked by the deep, fierce emotional response he’d had—as though he would do anything he had to do to make her smile again.

      “Shayna—”

      “Hush,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. But I was just thinking. What about Eddie?”

      He nodded quickly. “That was exactly what I was coming to tell you. We’ve got to go. We forgot all about Eddie. I made a promise. I’ve got to keep it.”