“Would you have asked me to come to Louisiana?” asked Shane. “Yes.” Eva’s gaze caught his. “Would you have come?” “I had a bag packed. I was just waiting for the word.” “I think we were wrong to end this.” Eva clutched the flower to her chest, where her heart was thundering. Shane cupped her face in his hands. “It never ends, does it? Loving you never ends. Whether you’re Genevieve or Eva.
