Roman covered her hand with his. For a long while they stood like this, connected but apart. ‘That life is over,’ he said.
‘It doesn’t have to be,’ she said. ‘So we made a mistake. We rushed things. It’s not too late for us. We can have everything we wanted.’
‘I want other things.’
Tara’s hand slipped out from under his. She must have known this expedition was doomed. Why did she go through the trouble?
‘Tara, we did everything we could,’ he said. ‘I want to move on. I want that for you, too.’
‘Sleep on it. You may see things differently in the morning.’
‘I won’t.’
She swept her gaze over him, considering him with new eyes. Roman stayed silent. He’d said all that he was willing to say tonight. They were not going to rehash the past or plan a future. It was over between them. Done.
Tara retrieved her purse and shawl from the car, and slammed the passenger door. He did not stop her when she marched off toward the hotel. Halfway up the path, she swivelled around. Her voice cracked as she made one last point. ‘I didn’t crash the wedding. I was invited.’
Roman watched her go. This wedding, he thought. This goddamn wedding.