ted skyline of Edinburgh. A cool, fresh, and quiet evening. But inside of me, a storm was brewing. I

ighed. The room was blank save for my thoughts, and t

lan MacGregor. But the truth was, despite everything, he had always been a temptation I could nev

e at all costs, not minding that I was his wife's best friend. The way he had gazed upon me, just a few

self as I wiped my face with the back of my hand. "Come in," I sa

wondered, lounging in the doorfra

rced a smile, but I could see

of the few people who truly knew the full story of how Isl

ed as the executive secretary in this company,

n't it?" she said, perching on the

ye. "I don't know, Kirsten. It's just... just hard. He's b

istent, and honestly, I think you deserve to be happy, Fiona. Maybe it's time to stop fighting

me such advice, Kirsten, you mean I should date

doubt and confusion

in her chair. "He's asked yo

acknowledge the question. "Yes, he has. And I....." I cut myself

's in love with you," she continued, her eyes intens

"But she's my best friend's wife, Kirsten...." I

s gaze s

having a relationship with him secretly. Your friend doesn't need to know about it. Or ar

orked all these years, Fiona. What have you achieved? M

Could I really do this? Was it too soon? Wha

" I said in a low voice. "Fiona... go home; it's late

, standing up to leave. She paused at the door. "You

It was Isla. "Hello Fiona... I just checked on you in your room. Is eve

n years, I might actually let myself feel something for him.... hmmm, love or betrayal. I reached for the red dres

nt. Lachlan was sitting at the table when I entered, more handsom

way. His crew-cut black hair and his neat suit announced power and authority. But it

lvet, as if we'd been waiting for each

ay. "Thank you," I spok

, Fiona, but trust me, I never, ever just stopped loving you. I tried not to run into you, I trie

oming in short, jagged g

lan, I

ginning I met you and your best friend... Isla. I have wanted us to be together. Each time I see you, I feel something inside

er part...one that had made me feel like a bad fri

ing mine. The contact sent a jolt of electricity up my arm. I pulled back, feeling scar

ppen after now, afraid of everything. I feel bad be

eft unsaid, the promises, and the unspoken yearning th

him with my

at last in a quiet voice

nodded. "I'll wait. " I'll sit there

own feelings as I strolled home. I wasn't certain that I was willing to open that door of my hea

ery long while, I wasn't sure