Sasha listened to Jasper’s message every day for a week, her fingers itching to dial him back. Talk to him. Apologize until he got on a jumbo jet just for her and came home.
But her pride would not let her, and she had to admit to herself why.
She wasn’t ready to trust a man yet. Newt had carved open her chest and shattered something inside her that wasn’t all the way healed yet, and she would not go back to Jasper until she was sure she could give all of herself to him, including her heart.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t talk to him while you heal,” Esther said one afternoon as the two women sat with Stacey, sampling cakes for her upcoming wedding.
“I don’t know,” Sasha said. “What if I just drive him farther away?” Her jealousy had already reared its ugly head once before this. She’d overre
