Lucien could not believe it. Heather was back and had stood in front of him. She had made excuses and had scurried away from them. She had spent the rest of the night avoiding him and he had been in too much shock to do anything.
He'd wanted to go after her and ask what she'd been doing the past few years. He wanted to know if she was fine. How she was doing? He wanted to know if she was seeing anyone and if she had moved on from him. He wasn't sure he wanted her to have moved on. He would be happy if she had because there was no future between them. He would be conflicted because he had invested his heart in her and the image of her with someone else wasn't something he could take without pain.