He’d drive her away, just as he did with every other woman who had ever shown a modicum of interest in him since Lorna. Except, all the other times, it had been easy . . . a smile, a stolen kiss, a promise that they’d find someone even better. More ideal. Perfect for them. But he didn’t want Sophie finding someone more perfect. He wanted to be someone more perfect for her. Except he didn’t know how to be. Goddammit.
