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have had to scrape by from job to job, town to town; they could have had a healthy start to their marriage with enough capital to do whatever they wanted.
    But her parents had robbed her of that opportunity, had stolen the kind of life she and Blane had talked about while lying under the stars beside the river in Rainbow Creek, two young lovers daring to dream.
    And she’d never forgive them for that.
    ‘I’m sorry.’
    He reached out and touched her cheek, a soft, comforting gesture, all too fleeting when he withdrew his hand. ‘For everything.’
    Tears scalded the back of her eyes, hot, burning tears that threatened to spill out and run down her cheeks in a cascading waterfall.
    Shaking her head, she used her hair as a shield, grateful she’d had the common sense to release it from its plait.
    It didn’t work, as he reached forward and gently tucked a few curly strands behind her left ear.
    ‘I know this has been tough, listening to all this heavystuff. But we had to have this conversation, Cam. It’s the only way we can move forward.’
    Her gaze snapped to his, her belly tumbling into a sickening free-for-all as she registered what he meant.
    Moving forward.
    He’d met someone.
    Someone important enough for him to hunt her down, soften her up with his sob story, then demand a divorce?
    As if sensing her distress, he cupped her chin and leaned forward, his face scant inches from hers.
    ‘I really want to move forward. With you.’
    Her angst dissipated in an instant, dissolving on a wave of such intense longing she could have quite happily flung herself into his arms across the table and never let go.
    Before her common sense kicked in. What was she thinking, considering taking another chance on a guy like Blane?
    Sure, his reasons for leaving sounded sincere, and a small part of her agreed they’d probably been too young, too crazy in eloping, but going down that road again after all this time? He’d also been right about the fact they’d both changed and they had grown apart—thanks to him.
    ‘I can’t.’
    Hurt flickered in his eyes, the smoky-blue flecks shimmering, and she reached out to touch his cheek before she could stop herself.
    She’d meant her touch to be innocuous, a brief touch on his cheek to prove a point. However, she hadn’t banked on the urge to linger, the tiny prickles of whisker beckoning her to explore, to trace the contours of his cheek with her fingertips ever-so-slowly just as she used to.
    Nor had she counted on him capturing her hand, gently scraping her fingers across his cheek, as if trying to imprint the feel of him into her palm.
    ‘You sure about that?’
    She jerked back, withdrawing her hand with the finesse of a wounded rhino, ignoring the questioning gleam in his steady gaze.
    ‘Because, the way I see it, we’re still married. We still have chemistry, and you still care as much as I do, otherwise why agree to meet me here?’
    She’d been asking herself the very same question since she’d agreed to this foolhardy evening.
    ‘Because you wanted a chance to explain, and I’m a decent enough person to give it to you. But that’s as far as it goes.’
    He shook his head, the corners of his mouth curling into that devastating smile he used to his advantage. What hope did a girl have?
    ‘Sorry. I’m not buying it.’
    ‘Fine. You want to know the truth? I said yes because I’ve wasted enough time looking for you, and now that you’re here it’s a good opportunity to get divorced and move on.’
    He should have bristled, or been angry, or defensive, or…something!
    Instead, he sat back, looking way too relaxed for a guy who was just about to go through what for most people was a major life-changing event. Apparently divorce ranked right up there with death of a spouse and moving house; considering she’d already been through both those cataclysmic events six years ago—losing Blane had been akin to him dying in the devastation stakes—she knew firsthand how