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just couldn’t. This was crazy. What man would want a girl that left him after he proposed ten years ago ? She stepped away from him. He let her go but watched her with unwavering focus. She held up her hands up in an effort to keep his madness away.
    “Brooks,” she began slowly. “I think you need to take your meds, whatever they are.”
    “This isn’t funny, Regan.”
    “I know! You’re freaking me out!”
    “Why?”
    “Why?” she shrieked and waved her hands wildly. “ Is this town stuck in a time warp or something? You’re saying you want to get back together with someone you haven’t seen in ten years! I’m not the same girl you knew!”
    “And I’m not the same guy you knew.”
    “Exactly! We can’t just pick up where we left off! What makes you think this will work?”
    His eyes locked on hers. “Because you make me feel the same.”
    Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t say anything to that. She could see it on his face how serious he was. The muscles in his jaw locked and she could see the rigid tension in his body. He was barely holding himself together. He let out a strangled sound.
    “I know I sound crazy but I know you feel it too.” He waited for a response but when she gave him none he pointed a finger at her. “Tell me the truth. You feel something, don’t you?”
    She wanted to deny it because saying yes would lead them down a road she didn’t want to travel. She’d gone all the way with him before, given him all she could and it hadn’t been enough for him. He wanted everything and all she could think was that he was meant for someone else. Brooks was one of those guys women dreamed about. He was loyal, domesticated and he wanted a simple life with a wife and kids. Even before she left White Mist Regan knew she wasn’t that woman and she knew dating him had been wrong but at the time it hadn’t seemed like such a big deal. Maybe if their families hadn’t been so close Brooks would have found someone else but the tight friendship between their mothers kept them in close contact and their chemistry kept drawing them back to each other like magnets. Brooks and Missy were actually much more suited for each other but they had never hit it off much to Paula and Valerie’s disappointment.
    “Of course I feel something,” she said and tried to bring reason into this. “We were each other’s first and we loved each other. I think it’s normal to have feelings for each other.”
    “I always wondered how I’d feel if I ever saw you again. I didn’t know if I was going to be pissed or hurt and now that I see you,” his stare was so intense she held her breath. “It’s like those ten years didn’t happen. It’s just you and me.”
    “But there is no you and me,” she said hoarsely.  
    His intensity had always been arousing. He had tha t commanding quality about him that she despised yet took comfort in, knowing he would always come for her and would always take care of her no matter what. Leaving Brooks was the hardest thing she’d ever done. She’d loved him but she hadn’t loved him enough to sacrifice her dreams. Maybe he would have come with her but he wasn’t meant to be a drifter. He was a family man that loved White Mist and liked schedules and routine. At times when she wanted to come back just to catch a glimpse of him she reminded herself he was married to Allison who was the perfect woman and that Brooks was better off without her.
    “You made that choice. I didn’t.”
    “After I said no to your proposal you think we could have just gone on with our relationship as if nothing happened?”
    He ran his hands over his face in an aggravated movement that brought back so many memories she looked away and began to pace.
    “Didn’t you get it out of your system?” she demanded. “You got married once already.”
    He grabbed her arm, yanking her to a halt. He towered over her and his eyes burned with anger. “You think it’s just marriage I want? If that was