She rested her palm on the lapel of his jacket, her heart swelling as she absorbed the rest of what he had just told her. Maybe her uneasiness with Ben had come from her longing for something more—the tenderness and understanding she’d seen in the eyes of another man, and then felt in his kiss.
“I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I mean, the way you kissed me at the party, I knew there was something there. But I guess I figured it was the champagne, mostly. And you were upset about something that had happened at the hospital, not quite yourself.”
“It must be obvious that those feelings are still there, as much as I tried to push them aside after you left for Montreal.” Capturing her hand again, he pressed her palm to his chest, where she felt his heart throbbing beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. “But I understand that you’re still grieving for Ben. I didn’t mean to add this complication.”
Anna let her gaze drift away, balling her hand into a fist against his shirt as her own chest ached. “There’s something you don’t understand, Josh. I’m not grieving for Ben. I mean I’m still so very sorry he died, but I’m not sorry we didn’t get married. Mainly I just blame myself for what happened.”
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