“What?”
“That day you got here back. Jesus ...” He closed his eyes. “I have to have dropped to my knees and begged you to stay. In my heart, I knew it was once what I wanted, but I'd heard about you and that guy, and all I may want to suppose of was me. How would it appear if I took you again after that?” He laughed, a bitter, harsh sound. "Me, demanding about that, after the way I'd treated you. It makes me sick. And I paid for it, lily. For eight long years, I went to sleep every night alone. And I overlooked you.
“Yeah.”
She reached out, brushed the hair from his eyes in a gesture as herbal to her as breathing. “But you have long past on now. Married. I'm blissful for that.” She realized how authentic it was. Those few small words-I'm sorry-had released her, became Rand into what he
