Beverly lowered her gaze and nodded."It isn't worth you getting physical," James said, gently holding her hand.His face lingered close to hers, their noses almost touching as he spoke faintly. "You hurt your hand."His breath grazed her lips, as if trying to reach her heart. His gaze wavered over her eyes, and his voice grew softer and softer. It was as though he feared she might hear, yet also that she might not."And I'm heartbroken to see you in pain," he whispered.Beverly's eyes widened suddenly, tears spilling onto the lips he had just kissed. The kiss was soft, lingering, and tinged with bitterness.When silence fell once more, he spoke again."Why the tears? No more crying."He reached out to wipe her tears and whispered coaxingly in her ear, "Have you eaten?"Beverly shook her head, then suddenly remembered something."What about Damien? I still need to treat him to a meal."She reached for the car door, but he pressed his hand over hers. His gaze fell on her stil
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