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“Let’s get out of here,” Zach said, summoning their waiter. “We can walk along the embarcadero or something while we talk.”

Stacey shook her head. “I have to get back. This is a busy time for Rainbow Weddings and I can’t leave all the work to my assistants.” She didn’t want to explore how tempting his offer was.

He paid the check and escorted her outside.

“Have dinner with me,” he said, making no effort to flag down a cab.

“I don’t think so.” Stacey had to watch out or she’d believe his tale and start to soften. She needed to remember how he’d let her down. She didn’t want that kind of heartache again.

“Dreams change,” he said, glancing over the water. The breeze played with his hair, whipping Stacey’s around her face. She reached up to pull it back, but he beat her to it, brushing back the strands with gentle fingers. His eyes looked deep into hers. “I apologize for leaving you so long. For leaving you to deal with the loss of the baby alone. Racing kept me focused and helped to deal with the grief. I truly thought you’d come join me.”

“You never came back,” she said.

“I did. I’m here.”

“Seven years after the fact. That’s so long — a lifetime. I’m not the girl you knew.”

“And I’m not that young man who left. Give me a chance, Stacey. Get to know me today, see who I am now before judging.”

Her heart raced. Why was he asking her to do that?

“For what purpose? I have my life, you have yours. I can’t imagine you giving up racing, and I won’t give up what I’ve worked hard to attain.” Not to mention the peace of mind she worked hard to achieve. Sometimes she was lonely, but it beat the sorrow of the past.

“Can’t we look for a compromise? I don’t race every week; you don’t have weddings every day. Take a break and come with me. See my world.”

“Are you willing to see mine?” she asked. The images he provoked were daring. How would it feel to be in the stands with avid fans, watching the exotic cars in their race against time and each other? Hear the cheering, smell the exhaust, feel the fear at every turn, every time someone tried to pass?

“I’m not good at the wedding thing,” he said.

“And I’m not good at watching as men defy death.” Impasse.

“Then come with me to Carson Valley. Let’s clear everything up, and if you want to go on your way, I won’t stop you. I want to see my folks. Make peace with yours. Revisit old places and see old friends.”

“Are you on a pilgrimage or something?” she asked, wondering when the nostalgia bug had bitten him. When she’d known him, the last thing he wanted was to be in Carson Valley.

“You could say that. Will you come with me?”

“I don’t understand any of this,” she said. “What do you really want?”

He cupped her chin with his hand, leaning closer. “You’re my wife. I want you.”

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