They made her happy

Micheal hadn’t meant to be harsh with Yvonne, but he was conflicted. A part of him wanted to dig into her life, to learn more about her fiancé, which shouldn’t concern him. The night he had carried her in his arms, Micheal found it so natural that it didn’t even feel like a chore.

She had wrapped her arms around his neck, muttering about her life. She had seemed so fragile and vulnerable. Yet, the next day, she was suddenly a stranger again—not the woman who had fit so perfectly in his arms the previous night.

He wanted to step back, to keep his distance and not get more entangled than necessary. But then his children had fallen in love with her. He was doomed to be near her at all times, and he wanted to limit physical contact. He hoped that if he kept her at arm's length, the urge to investigate her would diminish. But then she had invited him out.

For some reason, seeing her again in a much better state eased his mind. Her skin had regained its color, and the constant flush of e