Wanted by Her Lost Love

Her head dropped down and exhaustion crept in,gripping the back of her neck, squeezing until herentire head ached vilely.His fingers slid around her neck, rubbing andcaressing with gentle pressure. Had she been thatobvious?“I still care about you, Kelly.”She leaned her forehead against his. Hisonslaught was relentless and he didn’t play fair.“I’m afraid,” she whispered.“So am I.”Surprised by his admission, she retreated a fewinches and flicked her gaze up and down, searchingfor the truth in his eyes.“Don’t look at me like that. You aren’t the only onehurting. I… Damn it, I promised we wouldn’t bring thepast up. I’m not going to. But you aren’t the only onewho got hurt in all this. I cared about you. I wanted tomarry you. I…”He dragged a hand through his hair. He suddenlylooked haggard and tired, worn down by the darkemotion that flowed between the two of them.“I still want to marry you,” he quietly admitted.