Wanted by Her Lost Love

“I ate at the diner,” she said.He made a sound of exasperation. “Like that’ssupposed to make me feel any better? Why didn’tyou use the money? You could have finished college.You could have lived for a long time to come withoutever having to work.”“I have pride. It took a beating but it’s still intact. Iguess if I hadn’t been able to find a job and thechoice was between starving or taking money thatmade me feel dirty, I would have sucked it up anddone it anyway.”“Did you hate me so much?” he asked hoarsely.“That you would rather work in such deplorableconditions than accept anything from me?”She leveled a stare at him. “Don’t ask questionsyou aren’t prepared to hear the answers to.”He closed his eyes. “That’s answer enough, Isuppose.”She shrugged. “You hated me, too.”He shook his head and her eyes widened. “No?Ryan, you said and did some terrible things. Not theleast of which was tossing that check at me with somuch disdain that I can still remember the way I felt.”“What did you expect?” he asked. “For God’s