“Come with me Miss,” the funeral directer grabbed my arm gently and quickly escorted me to the limo.

William got in behind me, he sat in an uncomfortable way, close, next to me. His long legs crunched up and crossed, making his knees touched my thigh just a bit. But the feeling left me staggering with desire.

Holding my hand with an utterly strange, grim and puzzled frown on his face, that caused his thick eyebrows to pull to the middle of his forehead. Making his smooth handsome features look overly tired and strained.

I knew he wondered what my thoughts were, so I offered him a token half smile. We did not speak, the car was silent as I turned my head, and gazed out the window. What sense would it make for me to voice my opinion now, when he was already feeling stressed and a bit guilty.

There was no need for me to tell him, how much I detested Belinda’s family right now. How wicked and depraved I thought them. No need to ask him, right now, why he insisted on taking care of this whole funeral.

Besides, I knew the answers, even if I did not agree with them. It was just, so much in his nature to do the right thing, even if it was over and above the call of duty.