Page 93 of Return to Me Always

"And why were they at your friend's?"

After a heavy sigh, he said, "Well, the minute I saw you in that coffee shop, I knew... I knew something was about to happen."

He did?

"And then I passed Malcolm on the street, and I knew it was going to be bad. I wanted to be prepared and hide the drawings at my mate's just in case."

So the dreams had acted as a warning for him. God, how could he not see that our destinies were tied together? Both in the past and now? I decided to try one last time and ask him about the dream where I died. If that didn't cause a reaction, I didn't know what would.

"In the hospital, I had some kind of awful nightmare where..." A sudden lump formed in my throat.

He gave me a sharp look. "Where what?"

"Well, where it was our wedding day." I swallowed thickly. "Have you ever dreamt about that?"

He was silent so long, I didn't think he'd answer. "Yes," he finally said in a quiet voice.

The lump in my throat grew. "And did it end with—with—"

"Yes."

I gasped. "So you've had the dream where I died?"

Staring into my eyes, he nodded slowly, and I swear the world tilted a little. My breathing ragged, I wondered if we'd been given a second chance.

A second chance to love each other.

I felt it so strongly in my heart, in my soul. But damn it all, it was useless to even mention it. This man in front of me didn't believe in any of that—fate, destiny, past lives, or the biggest of them all, love.

Crushed and defeated, I wanted to get up and leave, but the look on his face stopped me, a look I'd never seen before. A look of vulnerability?

"I..." he started to say.

The waiter came back, making me groan inwardly. Coming to a restaurant had been a definite mistake.

"So did you decide what you wanted to order yet?" he asked, bouncing up and down on his toes.

I gave the menu a quick glance. "Um, the fettuccini looks good. Thank you."

"What about you, mate?" he asked Tyler.

"The same please."

"You two are easy." He smiled as he took our menus. "Okay. I'll be back in a bit with your food."

After the waiter disappeared, I glimpsed at Tyler, and I noticed he looked pale, reminding me of when we had flown on the helicopter. How strange! I turned my body to get a closer look.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Yeah, he definitely had that same expression—clenched jaw, white face with a green tinge. Honestly, he seemed like he might be sick. What on earth was going on?

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He took a breath and nodded, eventually meeting my eyes. "I'm fine. Really."

"You just look, well, you look like you're going to get sick any second, and I want to move out of the way if that's the case."

He chuckled, but after a moment, his smile faded, and his face took on that same pale shade as I watched him, still trying to understand what was happening.

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