Wanted by Her Lost Love

“I’m tired,” she said honestly. And weak.Heartsick. Unsure of what she wanted. Battling overwhat was best for her baby.So many things that she wouldn’t admit because itsimply took too much effort to explain.He touched her cheek, caressing gently. “I knowyou are, baby. I have no right to ask this of you, butI’m asking anyway. Trust me. Let me take care ofyou. Let me take you away. You loved it on theisland.”How easy he made it for her to cede control. Hewas offering her everything she’d ever wanted. Hislove. His care. Fantasy. He was offering her afantasy. But fantasies never lasted. They’d alreadydone this once. Escaped from reality for a few idyllicdays on the island, but when it was all over they’dhad to return to the cold reality of their lives.“I want to stay there until I have the baby,” she saidquietly. She didn’t want her baby born here. Shedidn’t want to be surrounded by people whodespised her. She didn’t want her child exposed tothe animosity she herself had been a victim of.“Already arranged.”