But before they even thought about starting fresh, he needed to apologize for the past. He figured the best place to start was at the beginning, so he pried the top off a container of fruit, cleared his throat, and dove in with a long-past-due apology. “Saying I’m sorry is as effective as pissing into a hurricane, but… I am so damn sorry for the way I ended things with you.” Lizbeth’s fingers froze halfway to the container, then resettled onto the table as she flicked her gaze to the floor. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You did what was necessary, and I’ve never faulted you for that.” That might be true, but how many times had he thought back to that night and wished he could kick his own ass for not handling it better? “Things were so good and easy between us it deluded me into thinking I was all grown up and had the world by the tail.” He snorted with disgust as he jabbed a toothpick into a piece of pineapple and popped it into his mouth. “In reality, I hadn’t known shit.”
