Chapter 12

“Are you so sure about that?”

Aubrey sighed. “He doesn’t want to see me again. He couldn’t wait to see me leave.”

“Well…did he say why?”

“His children and responsibility and discretion. All of that. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I’ve always known we would have to be very careful.” He drew her hands to his lips and placed a chaste kiss there. “I’ve always been discreet. But he woke me up to tell me to get out, his children were coming home and that what we did was a one-time occurrence.”

“Oh, Aubrey, I am so sorry.” Maribel threaded her fingers through his. “Maybe if you talk to him—”

“No,” Aubrey said sharply. “I won’t beg anyone to love me, Maribel. You of all people should know how futile that is.”

Maribel lowered her gaze. “Yes.” She let go of his hands and reached for her teacup.

Aubrey was instantly remorseful for hurting her, even a little. None of this was her fault. He had only himself to blame for the broken heart he now nursed.