Rose said the words repeatedly as she walked up to the McIntyres’ house the next day. She’d had another sleepless night as she wrangled over the decision of what to do. If she continued to see Hamish, she was only going to fall deeper in love with him, and if he eventually decided to go back into the Army, he’d break her heart all over again. The last time had been hard—so hard. She’d cried enough tears to fill the Tasman, had thought of him day and night right up until the moment she heard of his accident. Who am I kidding? She chided herself as she neared the house. You’re already in way over your head, girl. And there’s no easy way out.For the next week, she walked to the house every day. Sometimes they went out with Eamon and Brandon, sightseeing or visiting local vineyards and restaurants. Sometimes they stayed in, watched DVDs, and played games into the evening. But she didn’t stay the night again. And Hamish didn’t push her. She sensed he—like her—was waiting to see how things developed between them before he committed himself.
