Wanted by Her Lost Love

She didn’t respond, but turned back toward theirsuite. Ryan’s hand slipped from her waist as shewalked ahead of him. When they walked back insidethe patio doors, Kelly sank onto the plush couch.“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.“Juice, if you have it.”He rummaged in the well-stocked fridge andcame back with a glass of orange juice a momentlater.“You should go on to bed,” he said gently. “There’llbe plenty of time to explore the beach after you’vehad a good night’s rest.”Even though she was tired, the day had beenso…perfect…that she hated to bring it to an end.Spending the time with Ryan had been bittersweet, athrowback to happier times when things had been…She sighed. She had to stop with the endlessstring of memories. She had a week with Ryan. Oneweek when the past wasn’t supposed to matter. If hecould forget then she would try to as well. And whenit came to an end, maybe her memories of himwouldn’t be quite so bitter.She struggled to get out of the ultrasoft couch andlaughed when she realized she was well and truly