Chapter 10
The Wedding Invitation
Amara woke with the taste of almost on her lips.
Not a kiss.
Almost.
Somehow, that was worse.
She lay still beneath the white hotel sheets, staring at the ceiling while yesterday replayed itself in fragments.
Ethan's hand against her cheek.
His breath against hers.
The way his eyes had fallen to her lips.
The way she had leaned toward him before fear had pulled her back.
I never stopped loving you.
Amara closed her eyes.
She had spent five years convincing herself that Ethan belonged to another life.
A younger life.
A life before disappointment had taught her to be careful.
But yesterday had proved something she wasn't ready to accept.
That life hadn't disappeared.
It had simply been waiting.
Her phone vibrated on the bedside table.
She
