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In the time and distance, had he started to move on?

She sighed, placing the photo inside the banker’s box. Then picking it up, she glanced around the office a final time. “Bye for now,” she whispered as she headed out.

Outside in the crisp late-November air, she put the box in the trunk of her car and climbed in. She pulled out of the lot and headed toward Rejuvenation. She was looking forward to seeing her mother, and the nurses had said the new medication and the full-time nurse had really made a big difference. The knowledge warmed Whitney’s heart, but she was still conflicted, knowing she had to find a way to repay Trent.

Damn, she missed him so much.

Driving past the tavern on Main Street, it took all her strength not to stop and see him. Jess had told her that Trent had been at the hospital the day of the transplant procedure and that he had requested daily updates about her healing progress. The idea that he was still concerned, still there, gave her a hope she wasn’t sure she was allowed to have. A hope she wasn’t quite sure what to do with. They’d eventually talk…but what would be the ultimate outcome?

She still loved him, and she would always love him. For her, there was no one else but him…but was that enough?

She pulled into the parking lot at Rejuvenation twenty minutes later and wiped tears from her eyes that she hadn’t even realized she was crying.

She was okay. Shewouldbe okay.

But as she climbed out of the car and saw Trent walking toward her, her legs felt a little unsteady beneath her. “Hey…” he said.

Dressed in a pair of tan pants and a white collared shirt unbuttoned at the top, he was too gorgeous for her broken heart.

Why was he there now? Had he continued to visit her mom?

The thought killed her.

“I know you’re upset with me,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’m the one in the wrong. All of this was my fault…”

He took a step forward. “I heard everything you said about us, and I understand why you broke things off. I even understand why you pushed me away these last few weeks.” He paused and stared straight into her eyes. “But if you even feel the littlest bit of love for me still, somewhere deep down, please just trust me one more time.”

What was he talking about?

Littlest bit of love? She had so much love for him—that’s why she’d let him go.

“Please, Whitney. I just want to ask you something.”

Her cell phone rang, and she sighed. Of all the bad timing. She ignored it. “Go ahead. Ask your question.” Her heart raced, and it was so damn hard not to wrap her arms around him and sink into him. Not seeing him had made things easier, but now, face-to-face…moving on without him would be impossible.

“I think you should get that,” Trent said as the phone continued to ring.

“Why?”

“It might be important.”

There was something suspicious in his tone, as though he knew who was calling. “What’s going on?” She glanced at the caller ID and, seeing her mother’s number from inside the senior facility, she answered. “Mom? Everything okay? I’m just in the parking lot. I’ll be right in.” Her mother’s new medication was working so much better, and the time they had together was more frequent than it had been before. Dr. Tyler said it might not last as her body got used to the new drug, but for now, they’d take it. Anything to prolong their time together.

“I know. I can see you from my window,” Lydia said.

Whitney glanced toward the building and saw her mom wave. She waved back, then returned her attention to Trent.

What were the two of them up to?

“Sweet girl, I’m not sure how much time I have, so I’m pulling the mom rank while I can. Whatever Trent asks you to do—do it,” she said.

Whitney’s mouth gaped. “How do you…?” She stared at Trent, her heart racing.

Dial tone. Her mom had hung up on her.

“What’s going on?”

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