His thoughts turned to the woman who had told him no, who had made up her mind to marry another man, whose first marriage ended around the time his first life had. Now she was married to another man. She had been his first choice, the only woman he had ever asked to marry him. He had not even been her second.
But that was not where his thoughts stayed. He knew, somewhere, he had loves and cared for Malinda, and an echo of that would stay with him, but there were others. Where his mind finally settled, as the ring was pressed into his hand, was the blonde chaser-turned-carpet-racer in Dubai. She was moving on, living a life primarily absent of him.
What any of this matter? Why was it so difficult for him to know what he wanted? There was a beautiful woman in front of him, making a very appealing proposal. That should have been enough, but he wanted more.
REST IN PEACE
THE MAN I USED TO BE