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heard a marching band pass by. He had been so into her that he’d blocked everything else out, including what had brought them here in the first place. He waited while she pulled her clothes back on. She looked stunned too. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    “I’m fine.” Her skin glowed a pretty pink, but she didn’t avoid his gaze. He sent up a prayer of thanks. He didn’t want her to regret anything. He certainly didn’t. How could he? He loved her.
    Everything inside him stilled as the realization settled like a quilt around him. His plans to return to Ontario hinged on her, on whether she would accept him living in the same city, perhaps even work on rebuilding their friendship. He had hoped she might still feel something for him. Guess that question had been answered . But he hadn’t planned to fall in love with her again. Not so soon anyway. Fuck. Maybe he never stopped loving her. But what now? She’d kept a major secret from him—his baby.
    He wasn’t sure about anything. They had a lot to discuss. He had no idea what she’d been doing, who she’d been seeing in the past years, or what her plans were for the future. But he intended to find out.
    “We should return to camp.” She had redressed. “The others are going to wonder where we went.”
    Was that regret he heard now? “We need to finish our discussion.”
    “I know. We will. For now, though—” She waved a hand between the two of them. “This…what happened here is a little overwhelming. I need time before we talk about the rest. Do you mind?”
    “Yeah, that’s fine. Maybe we can take a walk down to the beach tonight. Talk there?”
    A funny look crossed her face. “We’ll see.”
    He reached for her hand. “Fair enough. Come on. Let’s go congratulate our friends on their happy news.” He led her through the trees and back to the path. As they neared their campsite, music and laughter reached their ears, and the smell of burgers cooking over an open fire wafted to their noses. His stomach growled. They’d been gone for some time.
    She dropped his hand just before their friends spotted them. The immediate disappointment stung, but it dissipated fast, replaced with hope. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to discourage or least hide the erection that was building again. He smiled. They would have to work on rebuilding their friendship.
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Colleen glanced up in time to catch their arrival. She rose from her chair and walked over, meeting them halfway. “Hey, guys. Where’ve you been? We missed you after breakfast.” Her intent gaze swung back and forth between the two of them. Tanner offered a polite smile, but disclosed nothing. He kept moving. Colleen turned a curious glance back to Molly. “Is everything OK?”
    “Yeah.” Molly’s heart and soul felt much lighter. They weren’t healed, but they weren’t so broken either.
    “Sweetie, you’ve been crying. Did he say or do something to hurt you?”
    “No, nothing like that. Honest.” She swallowed and glanced over Colleen’s shoulder. Tanner had joined the others and was talking with Sam. “We had some things to work out, and it…got a little emotional. I’m fine.” In truth, she felt more than fine. She’d just experienced the best sex of her life—with the hardest orgasm ever—at the hands of the true love of her life. If only she could have Tanner in her life.
    “You’re sure?”
    Molly gave her a reassuring hug. “Yes, I’m sure. Now, let’s go get some food. I’m starving.”
    Before filling her stomach, Molly congratulated her friends. Satisfied she’d expressed true happiness for them without tugging too hard at her own heartstrings, she helped herself to some lunch and grabbed a chair to sit down. It was past time to sit back and enjoy an afternoon with her friends.
    They spent the day playing lawn darts and cards, the girls ganging up against the guys. The men strutting, thumping their chests when they