Chapters (38)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Honey Almond Cake with Berries and Mascarpone Crème Fraiche
- About the Author
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He turned off the car and turned in his seat to face her. “These past couple of days, have you thought at all about how things might’ve been if we’d stayed together seven years ago?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“That’s not an answer.”
She sat there, looking into his eyes. They held as many questions as hers did. “I have. I’ve wondered for seven years.”
“I’ve never met anyone who made me feel the way you did. The way you still do. What about that ‘if you love someone let them go’ quote? Maybe there was a reason we were apart for a while.”
“There was. You chose to pursue education and a career in another country instead of marrying me.”
“That’s not exactly how it was.”
“Fine. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. You may have only planned to go for a while, but in the end…you didn’t come back.”
“If I stayed, could we try to explore things between us?”
Her mind reeled. “You know I’m going out of town. I couldn’t if I wanted to.”
“But would you want to?”
“I can’t think about this right now.”
He took her hand in his and rubbed it. An unfair move. He knew how she loved having her hands massaged.
It was nice. She should pull her hand back and insist he take her home, but she didn’t.
“You have somewhere you have to be too. Why are you asking an impossible question?”
“I’ll cancel my trip to stay if it means I can have a second chance with you.” His voice was soft. His eyes held hers.
“Andrew, this is crazy.” But her heart wanted it too. “You’ve been gone seven years. You haven’t even been back seven days.”
“I know what I’m feeling.” He lifted her hand to his heart. “I know it right here.”
A single tear slid down her cheek. She didn’t sweep it away, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “This is all happening too fast. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” But she did know. Only the price of another heartbreak was more than she could risk.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I know it’s fast. Sudden. Crazy, maybe, but I couldn’t leave without at least talking to you about what I know is in my heart. I’ll stay longer.”