He laughed, but the sound was cynical. “Don’t be so sure. At times I’ve done what I had to.”
“You had your reasons.” Just like he had his reasons to believe she was in danger. Proven twice now.
“I’m humbled by your faith in me,” he said sarcastically.
His words bit, but she absorbed the pain. It was no more than she deserved for doubting him when he’d done nothing but take care of her and try to protect her.
“Ah, Madelaine. There’s nothing to forgive, mon coeur. You have every right to your doubts after what you’ve been through. I never meant for you to get hurt.”
She stood again to join him at the window. Her legs wobbled a bit. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”
He touched her cheek, his thumb grazing her jaw. “But I did know. From the moment I saw you in my club, I knew you were special and I knew nothing good would come of this.”
She swallowed, suddenly nervous. “This?”
His hand dropped and he turned away from her to stare out the window. “Us.”
What was he saying? They had no future? Surely he hadn’t brought her all the way to France to break up with her.
She stepped away and raised her chin. “What do you mean?”