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can’t do this anymore. Forgive me.
    Stupid. God, he’d felt so stupid when he realized she’d walked out on her own and he’d been the chump refusing to see the truth. How many days had he gone black, stumbling in a drunken fog of pain and loss? His brothers got him through it, but even now, Rem realized he’d never truly recovered from the way it ended. He never knew why. Endless nights caught up with torturous images of her with another man kept him from sleep. Finally, he forced himself to move on and forget her. Cara Winters was never coming back. Slowly, the pain was replaced by bitterness and anger, and when the memories hit, he learned how to bury them deep
    As Cara fell into an exhausted slumber, he closed his eyes and wondered what he was going to do.

Chapter Six
    C ARA WOKE UP WITH HIS arms wrapped tight around her.
    She blinked, remembering the scene and the things she’d told him. Things she’d wanted to confess for a long, long time. Lying still, body sore from use, she wondered if Rem believed her. He was the type of Dom to always comfort a submissive. It was amazing how ruthless he could be within a scene; trained completely on her satisfaction no matter what he used to get her there. He’d changed. Before, if she protested, or sulked, or fought his demands, he gave in. Cara knew it was because he’d loved her and recognized they were finding their way.
    But it had still been too much for her.
    “You’re awake.”
    She blinked and lifted her gaze. Stunning ocean blue eyes seethed with a variety of emotions, before shutting down behind the barrier. Cara knew the wall too well. She’d used it many times in her past, but not tonight. Tonight, was a gift, and she’d use the opportunity without holding back.
    “Yes. I’m sorry about — that.”
    A frown marred his dark brows. “Never be sorry about emotion. It’s the most honest thing we have. My intent was to push you to tears. Sometimes, we need the cleansing. How are you feeling?”
    “Good. A bit sore.”
    “Good. I always liked you sore. Meant you were worshipped the way you should be.”
    Raw emotion clogged her throat. This man had never left her heart, even after all these years. The combination of ruthless command and aching gentleness undid her completely. She spoke in a husky voice. “Rem, I should’ve never ran away. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I convinced myself it would be better for both of us if I just disappeared.”
    His jaw clenched. “Better for you, Cara. Not me. I have to hand it to you — I had no idea. I thought you were as happy as I was.”
    “You did make me happy. But I doubted myself, and each time I tried to share with you, you told me I was perfect.” Misery crept through her. “It’s crazy, I know, but I needed you to step back and let me find my way. It wasn’t just about the sex, Rem. You were sure about your future as a dealer, and our future. Sure about your wants, and your needs. You knew where we were going to live, and that I’d work as a teacher, and that we’d have three children one day. There was never any room for doubt, and I felt like, I felt like—”
    “Like what?”
    She dragged in a breath and dove into truth. “I felt like I was disappearing. I didn’t know who I was anymore, because you already knew. Does that make sense?”
    Naked pain flickered over his face. Cara reached out and touched his cheek. He flinched. “Yes. I loved you too much.”
    Cara closed her eyes against the grief. “Yes. I wasn’t ready for a man like you. I needed to crash and burn and make mistakes and find out who I was. Without you.”
    The distance and coolness shimmered around him. Cara felt as if she could actually touch the barrier separating them, from too many regrets and scars that never healed properly. It was her fault. He hadn’t deserved to spend these past five years wondering what he’d done wrong. Somehow, some way, Cara needed to heal this man, and forge something new between