Chapter 16
The memory of Sheena’s pressed lips as Matteo had asked her if she loved him wouldn’t leave him. She didn’t. She didn’t care about him. Yet his heart lifted when she was near.
He’d skated on his board toward the cold mountain peaks, his legs pumping, the wheels spinning as he flew over the asphalt.
Standing over these bluffs where some of his ancestors had once watched for foreign invaders usually sent calm through him.
Not tonight. The moon, high in the sky, and the nip at his nose from the cold did nothing to stop how his heart had caved in.
The ride here made it clear to him why. He loved Sheena. Sheena loved another man. And he was a colossal fool for ever thinking he might be happy married to her.
As he stood on the edge where soon snow would gather, Matteo glanced be
