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I bobbed my head slowly in agreement.
“If you need me, you know where I am.” She paused. “Max, I do hope you make the decision that’s right for you. For both of you.”
“So do I, Dr Collins,” I replied. “So do I.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ELLIE
Forever Seems So Far Away
Idid it.
I stared at the last sentence I’d written, hit the ‘Enter’ key three times, upped the font size, and typed those all-important words.
The End.
It wasn’t, of course. I still had to read through the book to pick up any continuity issues and make my own edits, but it was over.
I had a book.
I’d written another book.
The hardest part was done.
My reason for being here at Greygarth Lodge, my reason for coming to Windermere in the first place, was no more.
There was nothing else keeping me here.
I wouldn’t leave immediately, of course. My parents wouldn’t be home for a few more days and I’d already texted my mum to tell her I was away for work and would be back as soon as I could. She’d understood—apparently, they were coming for a month, so she didn’t mind if I wasn’t home before they landed.
It bought me… basically no time at all.
No matter what she said, I knew she’d be upset if I wasn’t there. Heck, I’d be upset. I hadn’t seen my parents in eight months, and I missed them dearly. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with them while they were here.
But going home meant leaving this little slice of heaven I’d fallen head over heels for.
And the man who owned it all.
My heroine had overcome everything thrown her way in her story, but I didn’t dare to dream that my own story would end the same way.
Forever was a big thing to ask of someone who struggled to live in the moment.
If I knew anything, it was that Max carried a deep-rooted, consuming pain, and I wasn’t sure he was able or ready to move on from it. I didn’t blame him for a second. What happened to his parents was horrible and tragic. It was utterly heart-breaking, but I needed to think of myself.
Being selfish was a difficult thing. Putting yourself above other people was painfully tough, especially when you loved those people more than anything.
For me, Max was that person.
I was absolutely in love with Max. I’d never felt quite as special or treasured as I did when he was with me, when his fingers trailed across my skin and his lips brushed my temple, when his exhale flittered through my hair and the tiniest whisper of his voice made my heart beat like crazy.
But it didn’t matter.
He wasn’t for me.
I knew that. I’d always known that. Falling in love with Max had been my own doing, and I would have to deal with the consequences of that on my own.
That didn’t mean I was angry or upset.
