Ben pulled her down onto the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to face her. “Was that why your e-mails were so short after you left? Did you think I was just going to fade away if I wasn’t around?”
Ana nodded. “I’m not proud of it. But the whole time I was thinking we’d have an out-of-sight-out-of-mind situation, you were taking care of my garden and punching my ex-husband. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’ve relived that week a hundred times. I checked my e-mail every chance I got. So clearly, that plan was not going to work.”
His mouth curved into a small smile. “It was doomed for failure. I don’t give up that easy anyway.”
Ana took his hand, running her fingertips over his palm. “What would you have done if I wasn’t so eager to let you talk me out of my decision?”
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