Wanted by Her Lost Love

But it was Ryan who seemed to grow more tenseas the flight neared its end. He touched herfrequently, and at first she thought it was to ease hernerves, but she wondered now if it was to reassurehimself.Did he think she’d bolt and run as soon as theylanded? She might be tempted but she’d given himher promise and she intended to keep it. Even if itkilled her.They hadn’t really talked about what would happenwhen they got back to New York. Maybe they’d bothbeen too determined not to ruin their time on theisland.Once again when they landed, there was a carwaiting for them, and Ryan hurried her out of the coldand into the warm confines of the vehicle.A mixture of snow and sleet fell from gray skiesand she shivered even though the heat was on fullblast in the back of the car. It was a shock to leavesunshine and sandy beaches for the bitter chill ofNew York in the throes of a cold front.The euphoria that had enveloped much of theirstay on the island evaporated and depressionsettled over her until her mood matched the weather.