Page 85 of A Diamond Deal
He didn’t know how to let it bloom.
He was afraid of it.Its intensity.
But she saw it now. Every day.
He loved her.
He always had.
He’d yanked her into his world. He’d done everything he could to keep her safe—to keep her with him.
Wasthatnot love?
It wasn’t a fairy-tale love.
It washislove.
And she knew she had to accept it.
He’d never be ready to confess it.
She couldn’t force him.
It wasn’t something she could explain or teach.
He had to dothaton his own.Feel it.Just as he had to accept his grief.
Her heart, although it was full of love, it still ached.
Ached with the knowledge that she could never tell him the truth. Everything was to go back to how it was before. He wanted that, and she’d promised it.
She closed her eyes.
After the ceremony, he was still going away. He’d go back to his meetings—back to work.
She’d wait for him here. With her love she could never give him openly.
‘Glikia mou.’
Her eyes opened.
She turned.
Between the open doors, he stood. At the opposite end of the aisle, he wasn’t in a suit. He wore jeans and a white T-shirt. He was dressed for no one’s eyes but hers.
Her beautiful husband.
Her heart roared. It was ready. Ready to burst free and land at his feet.
She swallowed. Waited for him as he walked towards her. His eyes only on her and hers only on him.
And there they met at the altar. Beneath the arch of flowers, and her heart, it ached. Ached that when they really did this, it wouldn’t be for them. It would be for his image.
Butthis, this moment, could be for them.
She could reconfirm her vows today.
And she knew she’d mean every word.
