"I’m sorry," I said. "I thought it was enough that I love you and you love me and the rest was just details."
"About Aaron—"
"Do you love him?"
"Aaron and I are not like you and I. Aaron kept me sane while I drowned in a love that I might never see again for seven years, but no matter how long we were together, he just wasn’t you."
I stared at her intently. "It seems I really am having dinner with a stranger," I said, gulping down a glass of wine.
"You’re the man, the only man, that I want to marry. You’re all there ever was and all there ever will be, and so I don’t want to lie to you anymore."
Maybe this is the point that I should have walked away. Emily Maine had, for the second time in my life, put distance between Aaron and I. How could I know that it wouldn’t happen again? And
