"But most of all there was an ache. An ache of such muscle-clenching proportions that sometimes he had to fight not to groan at the power of it.
Why-? Because he missed her. No matter what, no matter when, no matter why-sometimes he missed her so badly that he could barely cope with what missing her did to him.
Tonight had been like that. One of those all-too-rare moments when he had caught himself laughing quite easily-actually managing to enjoy himself! Then a beautiful woman with flame-red hair had walked past him. She had reminded him of Samantha and his mood had flipped over. Light to dark. Warm to cold. Laughter to lousy misery ...
After that, it had been better to escape here and brood where no one could see him doing it. But, God, he hated her for making him feel like this.
Empty. The word was empty. "
