How many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you believe it? That I acknowledge I made a terrible mistake and have done everything I know how to fix it? How can you just freeze me out after that and walk away from everything we had?” Hurt and...
He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.
Sam…” “What?” she whispered. “Tell me what to do to fix it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.” He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.
It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.
You’re stuck with me.” She sniffled. “Promise?” He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
