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Veronica pondered Cloutier's words through the evening and into the next morning. Somehow she wasn't surprised when she went into the breakfast room and found him waiting, two settings at his table. He acknowledged her with a nod but didn't wave her over. She looked around for somewhere else to sit, anywhere else, but the cold stares and turned shoulders told her the other patrons didn't welcome her. When he saw her approach, he stood and pulled out the chair for her. With a sigh, she joined him at his table.
"We're over open water now," he said with a shudder, although the corner of his mouth on the non-scarred side of his face quirked upward. "No going back now."
"Or soon going back will be harder than going forward." She nodded to the waiter who hovered with a silver coffee urn. Sh
