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Chapter 22

Aiden froze as a slowpain enveloped him. Had he pushed her too much? Would she run again? How could he back off? His mind raced and he said the first thing he could think of. “Who said we’re getting back together?”

The second the words were out, he wished he could take them back. She sucked in a breath and turned to glare at him. “So, this is just a make-out session for you, then? Is that it?”

He shook his head, wishing he could bang some sense into it. “No. Not at all.”

“You know what, Aiden?” she said, her voice laced with hurt. “Just don’t. We’ve proven time and again we aren’t good together. Go to sleep and leave me alone.”

She climbed into her sleeping bag and zipped herself in. A soft sniffing sound told him she was crying.

Crud. Now he felt like the worst guy in the world. No, the gum on the shoe of the worst guy in the world. Why had he said that? How much more could he mess up everything between them? He climbed into his own sleeping bag and bunched up the pillow.

After listening to Felicity crying for a couple of minutes, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He rolled over and put his arm around her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You know I’m not like that.”

She wiped at her face but didn’t answer him.

“Felicity. I love you.” He hadn’t meant to say the words, but he knew they were true. He couldn’t deny it any longer. His pulse quickened and he pulled her back to his chest, sleeping bag and all. He buried his face in her hair. “I love everything about you.”

She drew in a breath and sighed. “Aiden, I appreciate you telling me about your mother. I know how hard that was for you. But it doesn’t change the fact that you keep me at a distance. You always have. Everything else is a priority in your life. Yes, you sold your drone technology, but now the resort is your first concern.”

Pain stabbed in his chest at her words. “What are you saying?”

“You’ll never love me enough to give up what separates us,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse.

“You want me to sell the resort?” He shrunk back from her. “Give up Belize?” The words came out a strangled whisper.

Why would she ask him to give up his resort? He could barely even think of it. Grams loved Belize. It was paradise. And it was their home now. How could she ask him to give up his home? His dream job, and his dream life?

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “I’m not asking you to. I know you can’t. Like I’ve been saying, I’ve come to terms with us. With how things have to be. And that’s why I’ve decided to leave in the morning.”

He recoiled from her. This again. This is how Felicity dealt with things. She left.

He’d just pored his heart out to her, and she ripped it up right in front of him. With shaking hands, he rolled over and closed his eyes. Now he’d have to sleep next to her, knowing tomorrow she would leave and destroy him once again.

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FELICITY JUMPED UPwhen she heard the lock click. She’d cried herself to sleep last night and woken up an hour ago with a massive headache. She was ready to be done with this place. Ready to go back home. Aiden didn’t shift, so she assumed he was still asleep.

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