“I love you,” he said, whiskey-brown eyes searing mine. “I love you so much.” Reaching up, he cupped my face between his hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Tell me you know that, Liz.” “I know you love me, Hugh,” I whispered brokenly, as I straddled his lap. “But you love him more.” “No. I don’t.” Looking sad, Hugh slowly shook his head. “Not even close.”
