Wanted by Her Lost Love

down into her eyes.The stark emotion there. The devastation. It waslike a knife to the gut. She looked so very vulnerable.Fragile. And scared. She looked scared to death.Was she afraid of him? Of what had happened?He couldn’t bear it if she hated herself for giving in tothe overwhelming tension that had been buildingever since he’d taken her back to New York.“What are you thinking?” he asked hoarsely. “Tellme you don’t regret this, Kell. Anything but regret.”Slowly she shook her head and he felt somethingloosen inside him. Relief. But it was only the firststep.He caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of hersatiny skin. No matter how much he’d told himselfthat he was better off without her, that he was well ridof her, he could no longer lie to himself.He wanted her. He wanted her back, no matterwhat she’d done in the past. He’d been forced toexamine their relationship after he’d broken theirengagement and ordered her out of his apartment—and his life. Maybe he’d been partially to blame.Maybe he’d worked too many hours. Maybe he’dneglected her.