When she paused, memories flooded my senses. I remembered pulling her close and the tautness of her body against my own. The wildflower scent of her perfume, light and exotic, as I buried my face in her neck. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest and her fingers clutching my back. When our lips came together, the flicker of her tongue triggered a wave of pleasure.
I helped her untuck my shirt and watched her unbutton it; within a moment, we both had our shirts off and our heated skin came together. And yet, when I began to kiss the tops of her breasts, I heard what sounded like a muffled sob. Pulling back, she seemed frozen except for a tear drifting down her cheek. Alarmed, I pulled back.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t. Please forgive me.”
*
Now, as I sat across from her in the bar, I watched as she swallowed, her gaze fixed on the tabletop.
“That night…you kissed me right below my collarbone. That was a thing Mark always used to do, and I suddenly saw him in my mind—lying in bed, surrounded by tubes in that sterile room. And I couldn’t get his image out of my head and I hated myself for that. For doing that to you. I wanted you and I wanted to make love to you, but I couldn’t. It felt…wrong, somehow. Like I was about to do something I would regret, even though I wanted it more than anything in the world.” She drew a long breath. “I just wanted to tell you again that I was sorry.”
“I told you that night that you didn’t have to apologize.”
“I know you did, and somehow, that made me feel even worse. Because you were so kind about the whole thing.”
Gently, I laid my hand over hers. “For what it’s worth, I’d do it all over again.”
“You fell in love with a dishonest woman.”
“You weren’t dishonest,” I offered. “You just…omitted some things. We all do that. For instance, I didn’t tell you that in addition to being rich and handsome, I’m very skilled when it comes to putting tarps on roofs as well.”
For the first time since we’d arrived, she cracked a smile. She gave my hand a quick squeeze before withdrawing her own.
Lifting her glass of wine, she held it up in toast. “You’re a good man, Trevor Benson.”
I knew it was yet another ending for us, but I reached for my glass of wine anyway. Tapping it against hers, I forced myself to smile.
“I think,” I answered, “you’re pretty great, too.”
Chapter 19
Natalie dropped me off and though I didn’t sleep well, I felt all right in the morning. No trembling in my hands and my mood was steady enough for me to feel confident with a third cup of coffee after my run. Though I’d offered to pick her up on the way to the airport, she thought it better to meet me there.
No doubt because she didn’t want people to see us arrive together or be seen jetting off as a couple.
I arrived at the airport before she did and checked in. Natalie arrived ten minutes after that while I was in line for security. Once I reached the gate, I took a seat and though there was a spot next to me, she chose a seat three rows away. It wasn’t until we were on the plane that we finally had the chance to speak.
“Hi,” I said as she squeezed past me to the window seat, “I’m Trevor Benson.”
“Oh, shut up.”
I thought we’d visit a bit, but she closed her eyes while tucking up her legs and promptly went to sleep. I wondered how many people she recognized on the plane.
The flight was slightly more than an hour, and after exiting the plane, we made our way to the rental counter. I’d requested my usual SUV and it was ready when we arrived. Not long after that, we were on our way to Helen.
“Seems like you had a good nap on the plane,” I observed.
“I was tired,” she said. “I didn’t sleep well last night. I did, however, have a chance yesterday to speak with the police again, as well as the sheriff. Before I picked you up, I mean.”
“And?”
“Like the police, the sheriff didn’t have any information on a runaway named Callie. I don’t know how much help they’ll be.”
“I still have confidence that we’ll get to the bottom of this,” I said.
“I also wanted to explain about earlier,” she said. “At the airport.”
“Don’t worry about it. I was able to figure out your reasons for avoiding me.”
“No hard feelings?”
“Not at all,” I said. “You still have to live in New Bern.”