As she approached, his brows rose, and her heart thudded powerfully in her chest. She stopped in front of his table, looked into those dizzying blue eyes. She was unable to look away now. It was as though, having let herself step into his sphere once again, she was caught by his charming aura and wouldn’t ever be able to free herself willingly.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Emrys smiled and touched the tips of his index and middle finger to his temple. “My God. You have grown so beautiful over the years.”
“Th-thank you,” Caitlyn said meekly. She shook her head after a second. “For the champagne.”
“Did you enjoy it? I couldn’t tell from your expression.” He leaned forward to touch her hair. His fingers slid through it, and his eyes seemed to grow unfocused as he gazed at it.
Caitlyn stared back at him, speechless, soaking in his proximity. Finally, he was here, right in front of her, handsomer than ever. She wanted to both scream at him and nuzzle her face into his broad chest.
“Well?” Emrys looked up at her expectantly. He smiled again, looking so pleased with himself that suddenly her jaw tensed, and she wanted to smack him.
“Sorry,” she said dryly. “I was just so amazed that you could afford a bottle of wine like that, when the boy I knew couldn’t even pay for his own crepe off the street.”
Emrys reared back, clearly offended. “I have my own income now.”
“I would have thought you’d have plenty of money, even then, but I can’t really speak to the economic welfare of Cabeau,” Caitlyn replied waspishly.
Emrys clicked his tongue. “I suppose in that vein I did owe you a bottle or two.”
“I honestly have no idea what that bottle cost, but you’ve definitely paid me back for the pastries and coffee.” Caitlyn put her hand on her hip. “Not so much for disappearing off the face of the planet without so much as an ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’”
Emrys’s cheeks began to burn red. “Now, listen—”
“You’re a coward, Emrys,” Caitlyn said plaintively as her face crumbled. “I thought you were my prince charming. Imagine my disappointment to find out that you were anything but.”
Caitlyn turned from him to rejoin her friends, but he caught her wrist swiftly.
“Let me go.”
“I never meant to disappoint you. I never meant any hurt to come to you.” His grip tightened.
“Emrys…”
“There were matters beyond my control. Understand this, and don’t leave me.”
“If you don’t mean to hurt me, let go of my wrist.”
Emrys dropped it immediately and then looked down as though surprised that his hand had held her fast. Caitlyn fought the urge to put distance between them, but how could she now? She had to know.
“What ‘matters’? What made it so impossible for you to answer a single call? An email?” Caitlyn shook her head and held her arms as she shrank back. “Emrys, you took my heart in your hand and crushed it.”
Emrys slowly dragged his tongue over his lower lip. “But you came over here to talk to me.”
“To thank you for the champagne,” she protested.
“Still. You were willing to come this far. Would it hurt you to spend a few more minutes of your time?” He stepped closer to her once more and this time took her hand gently. “To get reacquainted with an old friend?”
Caitlyn hesitated. She was torn between her dignity and his answers. And every moment she spent near him, her dignity lost a little more ground.
Emrys lifted his hand for the waitress and made a gesture. A moment later, she returned with another of the pink bottles.
“One drink, Cait. Don’t do it for me. Do it for that sweet, pigtailed girl by the Seine.” His voice had grown a bit husky. He was begging her. Even back then, he’d rarely begged. Emrys ordered. Now, he was simply gesturing to the free chair at his table.
“Well, she has been waiting a long time.” Caitlyn stepped past him, seated herself, and lifted her glass.
Chapter Three
Emrys watched Caitlyn’s face carefully as he began to speak. He’d suspected that if he could lure her to him, she might not be able to make herself leave. This worked in his advantage, though that was all the advantage he would be getting here. Now, she sipped at her wine, tilted her head to the side, and eyed him curiously. It was a bit uncomfortable to have her sharp green eyes turned on him. His discomfort was inevitable, he supposed. It was good after all this time to simply feel it, instead of waiting eternally with the guilt of knowing her hurt was out there somewhere, intangibly existing in the abstract.