He couldn’t forget an instant with her. Not since the night he’d stepped from a crowded ballroom to a balcony in search of fresh air, and there she’d been. As though she’d been waiting for him. And so she had been. It wasn’t a trap. It was all real. Her words echoed in the cold wind. He hadn’t believed them. And now, he didn’t care if she’d been waiting for him. He could only hope she waited for him now. Here.
