"I am that woman," I said softly.
"You are not that woman," Hugh said. "That woman is Kate Hunnam of the Kirkton. She is blonde of hair, supple of body, and weak of morals. She will make an uncomfortable wife for any man."
I felt the pain like a knife, twisting inside my heart. "I know of their friendship," I said. "It is not what I wanted to happen."
"What we want and what we think we want are often two different things," Hugh told me. "In my case, I know what I think I want, and I know what I want. They are one and the same and they are sitting opposite me at this table even as we talk."
I closed my eyes. I knew then, that I wanted the same as him, yet I knew it was impossible. My future lay with Robert, not with Hugh. It was not the future I wished, yet it was destined and there was
