"I'm not doing this again.  If you think you're going to get me back in bed, you're sorely mistaken."

He reached up and touched my face gently, "You know it's more than that.  I want a lot more than that."

Nicolette is a force of nature—she's the one.

And in my stupidity, I let her go.

After everything that happened... I was desperate to end the pain.

And just like that, the life we had built together was gone.

It wasn't her fault.

It wasn't mine either.

I know that now.

Is it too late to fix things after ten years?

Is it too late for a second chance at love?