Once upon a time, he promised her the moon. It's time to deliver.
Louisa D’Angelo used to believe in happily ever after—until the tragic death of her son and the demise of her marriage. Now, five years later, with her life back in order, she has a great career and a wonderful man in her life. So what if the passion and excitement isn't there? In her book, passion and excitement only lead to heartbreak. Then, her ex-husband shows up and upsets her tidy little world.
Gabe D’Angelo never believed in happily ever after—until he met Louisa who taught him how to love and be loved. But their happiness was short-lived. Guilt and grief forced Gabe to walk away. Now, though he's pulled his life together and should be happy, he realizes something’s missing. After seeing her from afar at a family wedding, he knows what it is. It’s Louisa.
The problem is convincing her she's still in love with him.
This time she’d have control of her emotions. She wouldn’t go suddenly mute as she had in the receiving line. This time she’d tell him—
“Beautiful night.” Gabe’s soft voice was right behind her.
Louisa jumped but didn’t turn around.
He moved beside her and leaned his hip against the railing. “I saw you disappear out here. Thought you might like something cold to drink.” He held out a glass.
Louisa stared at it a moment before taking it, careful not to touch his fingers or look at him. “Thank you.” When the cool condensation dripped down her wrist, she finally took a sip. Cranberry juice and 7-Up. He remembered.
When he lifted his own drink to his lips, she stared at it and frowned.
“Coca-Cola,” he said. “Straight up.” He grinned. Trying not to question the relief she felt nor the way her heartbeat sped up at his smile, she said, “How long has it been?”
“Going on four years now.”
“Good for you.” She wanted to smile, but couldn’t.
He stared at her, his dark brown eyes as intense as ever and just as unnerving. “How are you, Lou?”
“Fine.” He didn’t deserve more of an answer.
“You look good.” His gaze brushed over her, and the old blush swept upward from her toes.
He looked good, too. His wavy brown hair cast auburn from the setting sun and brushstrokes of gray streaked his temples and sideburns. Five years wasn’t usually long enough for someone’s appearance to change too dramatically, but Gabe had changed. A lot.