‘I want to try again,’ she admitted. ‘I want to be your wife.Forever.’
A pulse flicked in his cheek. ‘Forever is a long time, Poppy.’
‘It’s what I’m willing to commit to.’
‘Why the change of heart?’
‘Isaak never should have pushed us apart. He should have brought us together. Let our son dothatfor us now.’
The hard lines of him dipped with the slow expulsion of air. ‘So much has happened, Poppy.’
‘It has.’
‘Do we still want the same things? A marriage based on loyalty, respect, without the complications of love?’
Love had always been such a dirty word.
It didn’t feel that way now.
It didn’t feel dirty when he spoke it.
It felt…right.
It was too late.
She’d fallen for him long ago, hadn’t she?
She’d run away not because of her father, but because Konstantinos had broken her heart by pushing her away. Her fury—her rage—it had all come from a place of love.
She loved him.
She could see that now.Feel it.
He couldn’t feel it, could he? This love?
He wasn’t in the same place she was.
He wasn’t ready to talk about Isaak.
He wasn’t ready to…feel.
Maybe if she gave him time…
He stepped closer. ‘Do you want a fresh start with the same rules?’ he asked, his voice urgent, as if her silence made him anxious.
She nodded.
Thatwould be enough, she told herself.For now.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Two Months Later…
Poppy walked downthe aisle.
Sunlight streamed onto the path before her through the stained-glass windows, throwing rainbow colours onto every empty seat.
In three days, they wouldn’t be empty.