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Where had he gone?
When had he gone?
Now that the storm had settled she had so many questions that needed answering, but the biggest was why. Why had he made love to her?
She wanted to believe that what they’d shared was unique and special.
He’d been tender and caring, passionate and demanding all at the same time. Could a man make love like that, give so much, and yet feel nothing? Was that possible?
And then she remembered what he’d said that evening she’d talked to him in the garden. He was ready for sex. He’d wanted to have sex with a woman.
And she was that woman.
It hadn’t meant anything to him except another step forward in the recovery process. Hadn’t he told her that he wasn’t interested in a relationship? Hadn’t he told her that he wanted sex? Well, finally he’d slept with another woman.
She took a deep breath.
The fact that he’d left before she was awake said everything there was to be said. He was obviously wondering how on earth he was going to deal with the fallout of their night of passion.
Evanna bit her lip and swallowed back the lump in her throat. She needed to let him know that she underst
ood. That she wasn’t going to demand anything of him. She’d given him what he’d needed and that was fine.
Except it wasn’t fine, was it?
For her, everything had changed.
She’d loved Logan all her life. Lived alongside him. Shared his life. But this was entirely different. What they’d shared couldn’t be ignored.
They couldn’t just go back to the way they’d been before.
She walked towards the kitchen, stepping over her discarded dress, a cruel reminder of the wild passion of the night before.
In the kitchen, she flicked on the kettle and then stood staring out at the sea.
And suddenly she knew. She knew what had to be done.
She’d deal with Logan and then she’d leave.
She’d leave her beloved Glenmore.
What choice did she have?
Logan was moving on and it was time for her to move on, too. Somewhere else. Somewhere without Logan. She needed to build a new life. While she’d been working on the labour ward in the hospital, they’d made it clear that they’d give her a job any time. She’d call them. Accept the offer.
She glanced around her, realising that moving away would mean selling her precious cottage by the sea.
Change, she reminded herself. Things changed, whether you wanted them to or not. And you had to ride the wave or drown.
I love you, Evanna.
Slumped in the hammock in the garden, Logan rehearsed the words in his head.
He was stunned by the strength of his feelings. Nothing in his past had prepared him for what he’d felt when he’d made love with Evanna.
So much for all his resolutions about staying away from her. He’d taken one look at her in her bikini and had had red-hot thoughts. So red-hot that he hadn’t even been able to look at anyone else all evening, let alone dance with them. Women had approached him, dropping hints, but he’d brushed them all aside as politely as possible. For him, Evanna had been the only woman there. No one else had existed.
Even now his body tightened at the memory of how she’d looked. Her hair had been damp from the water and had hung, glossy and dark, over her bare shoulders. Her eyes had been as dark as sloes, her lashes thick and unbelievably long. And then there had been her mouth.
