“I, and Bella, can’t be your missed childhood. That isn’t fair to either of us.”

Letting go of Al’s hand, he pressed his lips together in a thin line. Tension etched his face as he thought about what was fair between them and couldn’t think of a single thing.

“What about how we are now? I’ve been with Selene, you know that. Yet here we are, making love, sharing a bath, talking about us. Where’s your jealousy? Where’s the doubt I won’t be with you?”