"Tell me," He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her tresses gently as he regarded her like a critic. "Do you find it rewarding, too?" She shook her head, too afraid to speak. Her hands shook and she imagined crying, but his scrutinizing gaze reeled her in and she pictured a future when she understood difficult things, and he thought she was worth more than money. "Don't be afraid of the truth." He coaxed. "Then," Her voice was soft and delicate like cobwebs and was laced with a tremor of fear. "It's wonderful unlike anything I've ever imagined."