Synopsis –
Fifteen years ago, Bethany Minor fled her
hometown after being left at the alter by Dane Brennan. After the sudden death
of her mother, she is forced to return home and face her past.
The years have been hell for Dane, and
seeing Bethany again only reopens wounds he long thought closed.
When they realize the flames of their past
love never died, Bethany and Dane will need to confess all before they can have
a chance to reclaim their life that once should have been.
But when the truth of the past is finally
revealed, will they still stand as a couple?
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Dane felt strangely nervous about meeting
Bethany. What could she possibly have that belonged to him? When he’d seen her
earlier, at first she’d barely acknowledged his presence.
But when she hugged him so hard it almost
took his breath away, all of the old feelings came welling back up inside him,
along with the regret of losing her, and the promise of everything a life with
her would have brought.
The feelings of loss and sadness became so
acute, that he could actually feel a pain in his chest. He’d made so many
mistakes, and the gravity of those mistakes was still apparent.
Finally, he caught sight of her walking
slowly up the street toward him. She was dressed only in a loose-fitting old sweatshirt and jeans, totally
inappropriate for the cold, rainy weather. At that moment, he wanted nothing
more than to take her in his arms, and beg her for a second chance. That, he
would not do. He still had some semblance of pride and reality.
“Bethany, why did you walk here in the
rain? I would have been happy to come to you,” he said, and dared to push a few
errant strands of her dark hair away from her face.
“I need fresh air. Being in my mother’s
house with all of her things…it was closing in on me.”
“I’m sorry. Would you like to get out of
the rain? We could go somewhere and get a cup of coffee, and talk,” he suggested hopefully.
“I’m not really to being around a lot of
people, Dane. The funeral will be hard enough.”
“Would you like to come home with me for a
while? At least you won’t be alone.” He made the offer, but from the look on
her face, he already guessed her answer.
“No. Thank you for offering, though.”
Her refusal made it sound as though she’d
said no to a business associate, not someone she’d once loved.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke
again.
“So anyway, here is what I came to give
you.” She produced a small, familiar-looking box, from the front packet of her
jeans.
He licked his lips. “I hope that’s not
what I think it is.”
She lifted the lid, and as he feared, it
was the engagement ring he’d given her, when he thought of her as his princess.
The round diamond twinkled proudly under the harshness of the street lights.
“I don’t want it back,” he stated firmly.
He didn’t ever want to see it again. The ring was a harsh reminder of what
might have been.
“Well, I don’t want it either, Dane. It
belongs to you. I thought my mother returned it to you after…after we broke up.
It was wrong for her to keep it.”
She was trying to push the box into his
hand, but he refused to open his hand and stepped back from her.
“Throw it into the garbage, Bethany.” He
pointed to the public trash receptacle.
“I can’t throw it away; it’s too
expensive!” she exclaimed.
“Then give it away, donate it, sell it! I
don’t care!”
When she shrank back, he realized his tone
was harsher than he’d intended.
Immediately, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m
sorry,” he repeated over and over again.
He
wasn’t sure exactly, how it happened, but his lips found their way to hers. He
closed his eyes and basked in her familiarity, her taste, and his tongue gently
parted her lips. As their kiss deepened, he became keenly aware of the contrast
of the intense heat coming from her skin, and the icy coldness of her hand on
his neck. In that one moment, he was ready to beg Bethany to escape with him
forever.
“Hey, Mr. Brennan.”
The voice jolted him back to reality. A
teenage boy held the hand of a teenage
girl as they passed by. They
looked vaguely familiar; most likely they were from the neighborhood.
“Hey,” he answered back.
“Hear that? If I’m Mr. Brennan, what does
that make my father?” he whispered into Bethany’s ear.
Without a word, she tilted her head back
and connected her beautiful espresso brown eyes―the eyes he’d fallen in love
with―to his, and held him captive.
There was so much he wanted to say to her,
but the words wouldn’t come. He touched a hand to her cheek, and found that her
skin burned beneath his fingertips.
He then spoke the obvious.
“Bethany, you’re burning up with fever.
You can’t be alone tonight. Come home, and let me take care of you,” he
implored.
She blinked a few times, and he held a tiny
hope she would agree to leave with him, but she reached up and ran her fingers
through his beard, and said, “You know I can’t do that.”
“Well, at least, let’s go to the apartment
upstairs at BFC. I lived there for a few years. It’s really nice.”
Her
eyes grew huge. “I never want to go to that apartment again!”
Then she darted away from him, and hurried
off in the opposite
direction.
For a moment, he simply watched her leave,
perplexed at her final words. Why was she so upset at the mention of the
apartment? It wasn’t as though she ever stayed there. It was mostly for interns
from the mortuary college, who were on-call during the night.
He slowly crossed the street and walked to
his car. Reaching his hand into the pocket of his jacket to get his keys,
he found the box with the
engagement ring. A caustic laugh escaped his throat. While he was lost in their
kiss, she’d found a way to return the ring.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and
author.
Her passions in life include books and
hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison
bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born
in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she
is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th
century post-mortem photos.
Visit Natalie online at www.natalienicolebates.com
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