Welcome home sex was always good, she thought, it left her feeling content and sleepy and reminded her of just how much she was missing when she left him behind. Bob Taylor was a good man. A loving, funny, talented man and Annie was always troubled by the thought that he deserved more. The truth was, she was more than a little afraid of remaining with anyone. It had taken encouragement on the part of her oldest friends to accept Bob’s proposal of marriage because she was afraid. ‘You love him,’ Nathan had said. ‘He loves you. What is there to think about?’ ‘Because I might lose him. He might …’ ‘We all die, Annie. Fact of life.’ She closed her eyes and snuggled back beneath the smooth sheets and warm blankets. Bob didn’t like duvets. She knew exactly where the fear sprang from and knew that Nathan was right and as she inhaled Bob’s scent on his pillow, knew that she really did want to stay, this time. If she could. That she was ready to try. The memory of the first time she had met Nathan Crow swam into her head and she let it.
