The desire to run so far that he wouldn’t be able to catch up played through me, but in mygut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that,no matter how far I ran, he would always be able to catch me, and I would always want him to.

I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.

The past is important. It is the past that helps make us who we are.

I haven't stopped thinking about anything you have said." She looked down at the worktop. "You're not perfect, Owen, and I apologize for pointing it out to you on so many occasions. I honestly didn’t think you were serious until last night, but you're right, I do want you. I always have." She looked up at me. "So, why would I walk away from you now?

Well, shit." I forced a laugh. "I guess I do know what love is, after all." It was Clare. Always Clare.