Love, Come to Me(119)

“It would have haunted me for the rest of my life.”

Lucy slid her arms around his neck and whispered against his mouth. “Isn’t it strange, how fate brought us together?”

“Don’t give fate too much credit for us being together, honey. I wanted you from the beginning. And some men always find a way to get what they want—even if fate doesn’t lend them a hand.”

She believed him. Heath Rayne was that kind of man.