With a juddering sigh, I turned on my heel and promptly stumbled at the sight of Roane and Shadow standing beside the cab.

Roane’s chest was heaving like he’d been running, sweat glistening on his temples. I glanced beyond him to see the Defender parked near the harbor in the only parking space available.

Shadow tore away from Roane’s side and bounded toward me, and renewed grief flooded me as I wrapped my arms around his supple body and made my silent goodbyes.

“Milly called me,” Roane said as I straightened from hugging Shadow.

I’d assumed as much.

“We ready?” the driver asked me, glancing between Roane and me.

“Give us a few minutes.” Roane handed him some money, and the driver took it before getting into the car to give us a little privacy.

I didn’t want privacy.

I didn’t want this goodbye.

I wasn’t sure my heart could take it.

Staring at his face, I thought I saw his youth now. There weren’t any deep laughter lines around his eyes yet, and the beard hid any telltale age lines around his mouth, if there were any. Then there was his energy. Not that a thirtysomething didn’t have energy, but Roane had the stamina of twenty-six-year-old, of that there was no doubt.

I shivered in half grief, half longing.

He would never touch me again.

We’d never lie tangled in each other’s arms again.

Fuck, it hurt.

It hurt so badly, I wanted to scream at him until he told me it was all a joke, that he’d never lied, that he was just Roane.

Just my Roane.

I wished I could get over it.

I wished I could forgive.

But he was the one person in my life I couldn’t handle disappointing me.

And it was time for me to return to reality and stop living in a fucking fantasyland.

“You’re making a mistake,” he said, taking a step toward me.

Shadow trotted to his side, like he knew Roane needed him more than I did.

“You made the mistake,” I whispered.

He flinched. “Evie, I’m not telling you to just get over this. But don’t run off back to Chicago right away without giving this time. We’re worth figuring this out.”

I tried to close my ears, not wanting to hear the pleading tone in his voice. It was killing me.

“I gave the ring to Caro.” When I’d returned home after our confrontation, I’d discovered the ring still sitting on the kitchen counter. So, I’d handed it off to Caro when we said goodbye.

The muscle in Roane’s jaw twitched. “I know. She gave it to me.”

“I have to go.” I stepped toward the cab, unable to face him any longer.

“Evie, please,” he begged. “Please just forgive me. I’ll do anything.”

“I have to go,” I repeated, my voice breaking.