Green Mountain Man

“I do still love you and want you back again.”  Jonas’s gaze roamed possessively over Bridget’s upturned face.  “So don’t think I’ve given up because I haven’t.”  She gasped at his audacity.  How dare he come back as if nothing had ever happened?  She thought of her struggle to rebuild her world without him in the small Vermont town—the placid, comfortable life she’d finally achieved.  He wanted her back, did he?  Well, he could just think again.  Jonas had walked out of her life ten years ago, and she wasn’t going to let him walk back into it!

“I came back here because of you!”  Jonas’s voice was soft, intimate.  “To see if we still had a chance together.”  It took all Bridget’s self-control not to be swayed by his nearness.  “You’re a doctor, Jonas.  You save lives,” she answered evenly.  “But not even you can breathe life into something that died ten years ago.”  Resolutely she turned and walked across the room.  “It isn’t dead for me, Bridget.”  Quietly he approached from behind.  His fingers brushed aside her hair, his hard mouth restamped its brand on the curve of her neck.  “Is what you felt for me really dead?”  he demanded huskily.  No, it’s not dead, her heart cried, but she stayed silent.  Jonas Concannon had hurt her once—she wouldn’t trust him again!