The logic had her jaw faltering open in surprise, faulty logic of the type her husband so rarely employed. "There was a great deal of sense in telling me!" Caroline scolded before she could think better of it. "Evander," Her voice softened, "Women need to be told from time to time. I need to know. Else, I make up stories in my mind." Her voice was barely a whisper and she suddenly couldn't meet his gaze, a blush blooming on her cheeks. That was the crux of it, truly. She had doubted everything that she had known when she had married him. Told herself that it all had been a mistake, a misunderstanding. But the truth was right here in front of her, spreading its wings and stretching between them once again as it had years ago when they had first fallen for each other. Now she knew, sure heartedly that she wasn't just trophy wife, that he did actually love her.