The Fiancée He Can't Forget. Caroline AndersonЧитать онлайн книгу.

      She sucked in a breath and looked away.

      ‘I didn’t think so,’ he said softly. ‘Well, if it helps you any, neither have I. And I haven’t forgotten you, Amy.’

      She closed her eyes, wishing he would go, wishing he could stay. She heard the scrape of a chair, felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder.

      ‘You know where I am if you change your mind.’

      ‘I won’t,’ she vowed. She couldn’t. She didn’t dare. She simply wasn’t strong enough to survive a second time.

      He bent, tipped her head back with his fingers and dropped the gentlest, sweetest, saddest kiss on her lips.

      ‘Goodbye, Amy. Take care of yourself.’

      And then he was gone, walking swiftly away, leaving her there alone in the middle of the crowded café. She wanted to get up, to run after him, to yell at him to stop, she was sorry, she didn’t mean it, please stay. But she didn’t.

      Somehow, just barely, she managed to stop herself, and no doubt one day she’d be grateful for that.

      But right now, she felt as if she’d just thrown away her last chance at happiness, and all she wanted to do was cry.