‘Why not? I’ll stay here. You don’t ever have to think about the Quay again. I promise.’
‘The thing is,’ he said drawing out each word. She tried to take her hand back but he kept hold of her. ‘I live there now.’
‘What?’
‘I live in the Quay,’ he said. ‘What do you think took me so long to get to you last night?’
‘You… you…’
‘Surprise,’ he said with a faltering smile.
Each of the words made sense individually but she was having a difficult time putting them together in a way she could comprehend. Since they’d met he’d made no secret about how much he hated the town she loved vowing never to return. That night in the woods he’d been only minutes away from blazing a trail out of there. When he’d come back to the Quay for her they’d broken up. How could she now believe that he’d somehow
