Squeezing in the pain wasn’t going to stop it from bleeding out. I made this bed. Time to crawl out of it. The moonlight glazed the pond over in a sheet of silvery ice. She stared at Hart’s Pond, the heart-shaped body of water where she’d lived so many happy moments—romantic moments. With Dallas. Her eyes blurred with tears, but her lips tipped into a smile. She could almost hear his Texas drawl right now. “Ellie girl, crying under the moon is as much of a cliché as being a Texan named Dallas.” She gave a huff of laughter and sniffed back her tears. Even the Dallas of her imagination was right—she shouldn’t be crying now. She was on vacation, and she was going to see him—to set things straight. As soon as she got up the guts to sit down with him face-to-face and apologize for hurting him years ago. Her little college fling with Nathan Rafferty had been just that for her.
