Bridgette knew she didn’t always make sense. Given her… distrust… of people in general and men in particular, her… interest… in Daniel Farrar was on the far side of logical. At least on the surface. She didn’t care.

He was one of the few people who could physically dominate her. If he wanted. She knew it as well as anyone else. But one of the few things Bridgette fully trusted was that Danny would never. For all his power, it was restrained power. His careful gentleness gave her hope. And hope paved the way for the foreign feeling of longing.