This hadn’t been what he’d had in mind when he’d suggested they just talk tonight. He’d wanted to know about the past ten years. He’d wanted to know about her work. He hadn’t wanted to dig into the painful ending of their relationship.… Except it had to come out sometime, and the no-strings-affair wasn’t working. It wasn’t enough. So, it was time to clear the air—even if it muddied the waters. She came down the stairs and directly into the kitchen, handing him a picture frame. But instead of a photograph inside it, there was a typed note, a letter from him to her. Melina, I don’t know any other way to get through to you. I’ve been patient long enough. You’ve made decisions without taking me into consideration, and that says it all to me. So, I give up. I’m done. You made your choice. Good luck with that. Rafe He remembered every detail of the note now that he’d seen it again, reliving every emotion. Anger and betrayal surged through him anew as he realized what he held.
