‘Then let me come with you—’
He cut her off. ‘I don’t need you to come with me.’
‘I know, but I want to apologise—and I want to be there for you.’
Her stomach lurched as he shook his head slowly.
‘I don’t want you there.’ His voice was clipped, harsh. Irrevocably final. ‘Go back to the villa. I’ll see you when I see you.’
‘But I love you...’ It was all she could force past the lump in her throat.
He stared at her in silence. ‘I know,’ he said finally, and then the launch started to move, and he was turning and walking back to the huge white house.