Amery’s pulse raced when he saw a figure cross the back yard. Then Myles was opening the door. He stood there, looking at Amery, his gaze filled with misery.
“I’m so sorry,” Myles whispered. “So very sorry. I had no right—”
He didn’t get to finish what he was saying because Amery had wrapped him in a tight embrace as he said, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who should be saying I’m sorry. Sorry for not telling you…”
A kiss ended Amery’s words. A deep, passionate kiss which he returned as given, with all his heart.
“I was so afraid you wouldn’t come back,” Amery said when they finally broke apart.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to.”
“That would never happen. You’re my reason for living. I didn’t know what love was until I met you.” Amery cupped Myles’s face with hi
