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"He would never be rid of her. Millie LeCour would forever be a part of him whether he saw her again or not. She owned some sort of distinction that he couldn’t identify. She was his first, she was his only, and his every. However, those sentiments remained incomplete, didn’t they? He needed to fill in the missing bits, but he didn’t dare. Couldn’t possibly.
He’d been her first, her only lover. And he was going to walk away.
Because he was afraid. Afraid of her. Afraid of himself. Afraid to hope, to want, and …
To feel."