He took a deep breath and looked around the room. He’d never envied anyone as much as he envied the couple who were getting married tomorrow. They’d each found their soul mate, the person they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with.
Even imagining he could love someone that much had been as foreign to Brett as flying to Mars. But, somehow, he’d fallen head-over-heels for Hannah Williams. She was everything he never thought he’d find and everything he needed.
Being here, in a room decorated to celebrate two people’s love and commitment to each other felt wrong. He had to leave, forget about any future he might have had with Hannah, and learn to live without her.
He pulled up the zipper on his jacket and moved toward the doors. “We’d better drive to Nick’s gallery. It’s getting late.”
“I could ask Claire to drive me there.”
Brett was tempted to let her call her sister, but it was late, and Claire would almost be home by now. He swallowed the pain that was breaking his heart in two. “It’s not worth her coming all the way back. Besides, I told Pat I’d take a copy of the report to the hospital.”
Hannah looked at him uncertainly. “I need to turn off the lights and music.”
“I’ll wait for you at the top of the stairs.” And before she could see the tears in his eyes, he left the ballroom.
