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dreams.”
Dreams, hell. Bitterness churned in his gut as Chase watched her climb the stairs. Once upon a time she’d been his dream. It’s too damned bad, Glitterbug. For a lover of animals, it’s too damned bad you didn’t appreciate the appeal of wings.
* * *
Back in Caitlin Timberlake’s bed, Lori heard Chase come upstairs and the door across the hall open and shut. As she drifted toward sleep, she reflected on the events of the previous half hour. The conversation with Chase had been long overdue.
Their never-official breakup had left a laceration on her heart that had never healed, but the words spoken tonight had applied a balm to the wound—a special, Eternity Springs balm. Eternity Springs–sporin. If I could figure out how to bottle it, I’d make a billion dollars.
Maybe now she could finally let go and move on with her love life with a whole heart. Without a hole in her heart. You’re getting loopy, Lori. You need to get back to sleep. Need to get your beauty sleep.
Smiling , she snuggled down into the covers. Maybe she’d have a really good dream. Dream about her Bachelor. Her prince. Maybe her Brick? Could she find room in her heart for the studly cowboy to be something more than a friend, after all?
Lori drifted off to sleep with a lightness of heart she’d not experienced in ages. She slept in and awoke mid-morning to sunshine, the aroma of fresh coffee, and roads that were open.
And the news that Chase was already gone.
Chapter Five
VALENTINE’S DAY
BELLA VITA ISLE
Chase pressed a gentle kiss against his sleeping fiancée’s naked shoulder and rolled from the bed. He pulled on his boxer shorts, opened the bedroom’s French doors, and stepped barefoot out onto the verandah overlooking the turquoise waters of the Caribbean.
Below, the surf roared and frothed and foamed as it rolled onto the sandy beach. On the horizon, the setting sun painted cotton-candy clouds against a cerulean sky. Ordinarily such sights and sounds on the heels of sun, sand, and afternoon sex soothed his soul. Today, he found no peace within himself. He wasn’t exactly sure why.
Maybe because today was supposed to have been his wedding day? Because the woman even now asleep in his bed had made absolutely no acknowledgment of the fact, much less expressed any regret at what had turned out to be an unnecessary postponement?
He grasped the balcony as resentment slithered through him. Immediately, he regretted the emotion. It wasn’t Lana’s fault that the team had experienced one delay after another for the past month. Preparing for a shoot like this one was a tremendous amount of work, and both he and Lana were doing the jobs of three people. Logistics were a nightmare. Personnel, a headache. Throw in the departure of two producers and it’s no wonder they did more arguing these days than making love.
Chase was glad he’d insisted they take the weekend getaway. They’d needed the break from contract negotiations and phone calls and complaints. They’d needed some couple time. Badly. Things had been rocky between them ever since he’d returned from his visit to Eternity Springs.
He wasn’t exactly sure why. He’d left Colorado tired and hungover, at odds with his parents and haunted by the late-night exchange with Lori. He’d arrived in New York with a chip on his shoulder and acid in his gut, needing reassurance about the choices he had made. Over a month later, the doubts continued to plague him. Why?
Because postponing the wedding shouldn’t have been such an easy call? Because she canceled hair and nail appointments with more regret?
Because the memory of forest-green eyes wouldn’t die?
Don’t go there. You’re with Lana now. You love Lana. You’re going to marry Lana.
“Someday,” he murmured.
“What a gorgeous view,” observed the feminine voice behind him.
Chase glanced over his shoulder to see Lana sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled at her waist. “It’s a pretty
Dreams, hell. Bitterness churned in his gut as Chase watched her climb the stairs. Once upon a time she’d been his dream. It’s too damned bad, Glitterbug. For a lover of animals, it’s too damned bad you didn’t appreciate the appeal of wings.
* * *
Back in Caitlin Timberlake’s bed, Lori heard Chase come upstairs and the door across the hall open and shut. As she drifted toward sleep, she reflected on the events of the previous half hour. The conversation with Chase had been long overdue.
Their never-official breakup had left a laceration on her heart that had never healed, but the words spoken tonight had applied a balm to the wound—a special, Eternity Springs balm. Eternity Springs–sporin. If I could figure out how to bottle it, I’d make a billion dollars.
Maybe now she could finally let go and move on with her love life with a whole heart. Without a hole in her heart. You’re getting loopy, Lori. You need to get back to sleep. Need to get your beauty sleep.
Smiling , she snuggled down into the covers. Maybe she’d have a really good dream. Dream about her Bachelor. Her prince. Maybe her Brick? Could she find room in her heart for the studly cowboy to be something more than a friend, after all?
Lori drifted off to sleep with a lightness of heart she’d not experienced in ages. She slept in and awoke mid-morning to sunshine, the aroma of fresh coffee, and roads that were open.
And the news that Chase was already gone.
Chapter Five
VALENTINE’S DAY
BELLA VITA ISLE
Chase pressed a gentle kiss against his sleeping fiancée’s naked shoulder and rolled from the bed. He pulled on his boxer shorts, opened the bedroom’s French doors, and stepped barefoot out onto the verandah overlooking the turquoise waters of the Caribbean.
Below, the surf roared and frothed and foamed as it rolled onto the sandy beach. On the horizon, the setting sun painted cotton-candy clouds against a cerulean sky. Ordinarily such sights and sounds on the heels of sun, sand, and afternoon sex soothed his soul. Today, he found no peace within himself. He wasn’t exactly sure why.
Maybe because today was supposed to have been his wedding day? Because the woman even now asleep in his bed had made absolutely no acknowledgment of the fact, much less expressed any regret at what had turned out to be an unnecessary postponement?
He grasped the balcony as resentment slithered through him. Immediately, he regretted the emotion. It wasn’t Lana’s fault that the team had experienced one delay after another for the past month. Preparing for a shoot like this one was a tremendous amount of work, and both he and Lana were doing the jobs of three people. Logistics were a nightmare. Personnel, a headache. Throw in the departure of two producers and it’s no wonder they did more arguing these days than making love.
Chase was glad he’d insisted they take the weekend getaway. They’d needed the break from contract negotiations and phone calls and complaints. They’d needed some couple time. Badly. Things had been rocky between them ever since he’d returned from his visit to Eternity Springs.
He wasn’t exactly sure why. He’d left Colorado tired and hungover, at odds with his parents and haunted by the late-night exchange with Lori. He’d arrived in New York with a chip on his shoulder and acid in his gut, needing reassurance about the choices he had made. Over a month later, the doubts continued to plague him. Why?
Because postponing the wedding shouldn’t have been such an easy call? Because she canceled hair and nail appointments with more regret?
Because the memory of forest-green eyes wouldn’t die?
Don’t go there. You’re with Lana now. You love Lana. You’re going to marry Lana.
“Someday,” he murmured.
“What a gorgeous view,” observed the feminine voice behind him.
Chase glanced over his shoulder to see Lana sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled at her waist. “It’s a pretty
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