Rubbing a hand over his face, he kept on driving.
All he wanted to do was give her the life she wanted, she craved, she deserved, only, he didn’t know what the hell to do.
Not now.
Not ever.
He was royally fucked.
Being a Denton didn’t give him an out.
His position remained in the family for the rest of his life. He had enemies far and wide. He liked to rock the boat, to piss people off, and to make a name for himself.
He pulled up toward the sea front. Being the only car parked, he kept the engine running so it didn’t get too cold.
Removing his seatbelt, he turned to look at the woman that belonged to him.
Emma Colton.
He’d been so shocked the first time he saw her and knew she was his.
Every instinct inside him begged him to take her. Instead, he’d shown great control, and now they were here, together. She was the most beautiful woman in the world as far as he was concerned. All she had to do was walk into a room to gain his attention. She shone brighter than any light he’d ever come across.
Whenever he saw her smile, it brightened his whole world.
She wants to leave. To create a life away from this, away from us.
Could he make her stay?
Gideon knew he could make anything happen so long as he put his mind to it. Even make a woman happy who really didn’t want to stay, but was that how he wanted things to go? For her to be so miserable in years to come?
If he made her stay, he wouldn’t be around every single second of the day to make sure she was happy. There would be moments when she was alone and he couldn’t stop her feeling sad or angry, or miserable.
The only other question he had … could he leave this lifestyle behind? Could he walk away from everything that he’d ever known?
Staring at her, he knew that whatever she wanted to do, h
e’d follow her.
She owned his heart, plain and simple. He’d do whatever it took to make her happy. If that meant leaving, then he’d leave.
He waited as she rolled over and watched as she slowly came awake. Her eyes opened, and he smiled at her.
“Hello, sleepyhead.”
It was amazing how just being in her company was enough for him. The distance he’d tried to keep wouldn’t be happening anymore.
She owned him.
Now, he had to own her.
“We’re here? How long have we been here?”
“A couple of minutes. Would you like to watch the sunrise with me?” he asked. “And how about that walk?”
He held his hand out, and she took it. “Yes.”
He released her hand, climbed out of the car, and grabbed his jacket so that she wouldn’t be cold. Rounding the car to her side, he opened the door and offered his hand, which she took, and waited.