Whatever distress might have been lurking in Claire, it disappeared in a flush of temper as her chin tipped up again. "Luke…"
"You wanted to give up on us, Claire?" Luke asked between kisses.
"No! I think I can't. I've loved you for so long I don't know what—"
"Oh Claire."
"Mahal na mahal kita, Luke. Hindi ko alam kung—"
Once again, Luke couldn’t force his mind to process that. He couldn’t seem to breathe past it. It was bad enough that they’d come here on a whim to discover that all this time, the woman who’d haunted him for the past few months had kept it a secret from him. That she knew that it was him. He never had the slightest notion of what he’d lost—not until Owen came into the picture.
For the first time since what happened to them at the party, he saw the woman he’d adored
