35
ROMI
“Hey.”
Aaron was standing on the far side of the terrace, looking toward the ocean. Davis had done his part, but now it was up to me. And I was so freaking nervous. My palms were sweating, and the weight of a thousand bad decisions tugged at my heels as I walked toward the man I loved.
When he turned, the soft glow of fairy lights left his face half-hidden in shadow, and I couldn’t read him.
Did we stand a chance?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered.
“It wasn’t my story to tell. I made a promise to Davis, and I don’t break promises.”
“He’s an interesting guy.”
I had to smile at that. “Isn’t he?”
“Maple Mountain, huh?”
“Yup. Workaholic meets alcoholic.” Funny how hard I’d once found it to say that word. “We met in the library. He went there to read; I went there to cry
