She knew what he wanted and she didn’t want to deal with it. Jay had been the perfect companion. Their relationship had lasted a record, for her, two years. He was gorgeous, talented, fun, sexy, easy-going and lacked the capacity for self-examination. In other words, he was a long, long way from thinking about commitment. Or so she’d thought. Lately he’d begun hinting about the future, spoiling everything.
Kate studied the shell-shocked D’arcy, trying to imagine what a couple as young as she and Eli were thinking, getting married in their early twenties. No wonder they were having trouble. On the other hand, she thought with sympathy, they must have been wildly in love. Perhaps they still were. She remembered.
But all Kate’s relationship skills went toward helping her clients sort out their problems and providing them with happy-ever-afters. That was supposed to satisfy her, since she wasn’t ever likely to get her own. That would require too much work.
Most people needed a prod to their self-awareness, and help clarifying their goals. Unlike Kate, who through counseling, already knew herself far too well. If Jay knew everything there was to know about her, he wouldn’t want to marry her.
There were too many ghosts in her past that made intimacy hard, if not impossible. Nothing less than true intimacy could induce her to spend the rest of her life with one man. And there had been only one man that had made her feel that way. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling numb. Apparently he was about to enter the room.
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