Where I go, no one can follow.
Michelle’s words reverberated in Owen’s mind as he hugged her goodbye. He had deviated from their “no strings attached” arrangement this afternoon and proffered his heart. She’d gone pale immediately and reminded him of their agreement to remain emotionally uninvolved.
“I tried,” he told her. “I failed! Can you honestly admit you feel nothing for me after all these months?”
Michelle just shook her head and put on her coat. “You know what I have to do.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “And I can go with you. I know it’ll be tough, but together we—”
She held up a hand and interrupted. “Where I go, no one can follow. I’m sorry, Owen. My mission is more important than a romance.”
He’d walked her to the dock, feeling angry, but that soon morphed into a piercing sadness. Owen knew he couldn’t change her mind, no matter what he said.
“Thank you for understanding,” Michelle said now as she stepped away.
Owen didn’t understand, but he watched her stride toward the nondescript foreign boat, the scent of her citrus perfume still hovering in the air.
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