Damn it, he was here, waiting for her.
As the sun set, he braced his elbows on the steering wheel and rested his head in
his hands. That was just what he was doing, he admitted. Waiting for her. And he
wasn't waiting to have a rational conversation, as he'd tried to convince himself
he was over the past weeks.
He was waiting to beg, to promise, to fight, to do whatever it took to put things
right again. To put Morgana back in his life again.
He closed his hand over the stones he still wore around his neck and wondered if
he could will her back.
Captivated
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The sight of her stole his breath. He'd driven through the night, through the morning,
all the while trying to image how he would feel when he saw her again.
For once his imagination had fallen far short.
The Perfect Neighbor
