Chapter 50

　　Roman had the beef simmering, water boiling in a pot for the pappardelle and the red wine already breathing on the table when Evelyn walked tentatively into the kitchen.

　　He met her gaze and knew she hadn't yet decided what she was going to do. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she still looked like she was going to run out of the house any moment.

　　He had to do something to make her stay.

　　But what the hell was he supposed to do? How could he make her comfortable around him again? Make her say those words, that she loved him? He'd been a fucking fool that night to let his insecurities get in the way. She must have worked up to that for a long time and he'd just thrown it in her face. But she had proved she had more guts than he had. Opening up like that, saying those words, was terrifying when you didn't know if your feelings were reciprocated.

　　But would she ever feel the same again?

　　She had to.

　　She'd taken the sun with her the night she'd left him.