love heals, it gives. love, in its most profound form beathes forth life. love gives forth light.

There is, more to all Aine O' connell ever knew, was ever sure of, especially with a past full of ghosts. The handsome Bryan Maher soon teaches her that. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe God has other plans for Bryan as well?

for there is more to the pain than torment.
there is more to the heartbreak than destruction,
And there is more to the sorrow than weeping.

shalom.

Meet me halfway

"that's out of the question. We aren't using Aine for bait. In fact, if I had my way, that woman never so much as breathe in the same air that Aine breathes." 


Winslow looked at him, doing his best to hide the sadness, he felt. He knew Bryan wouldn't like what he said, he had expected nothing else. 


" Bryan…" Aine said softly, rising and taking his head as she did, "Let's at least hear what he needs to say, it might not be that bad." she said with a smile. 


But Winslow wasn't fooled. He could see the distress in her eyes. 


Winslow waited until Bryan was sitting again before he spoke and he chose to be direct, not to beat around the bush. He meant everything he had to say, even if he didn't knew it would not sit well with his audience, 


"Alright then, I'm all ears." Bryan drawled out. Winslow heaved out a sigh, 


Chapter Forty-Two