It was a dark early spring night, rain could be heard splattering the leaves of the magnolia trees outside. Ana had ran away to this southern resort in the hopes to get away and reclaim some inspiration for her next project for the gallery. While there she thought she had spotted a familiar face, but dismissed it as just her tired mind playing tricks with her. On this night she laid on the hammock in the enclosed back porch of the vacation bungalow, quietly reading a book when she heard a knock at the door. She went to answer to discover him dripping wet at the doorstep. How did he know that she was staying in that exact bungalow, she wondered. Surely he did not follow her around the entire vacation resort. Of all the questions crossing my mind, only one was able to escape her lips. "Marco, what are you doing here?"
"I needed to see you," he said gravely.
"You are positively drenched. You are going to catch your death of cold like that," Ana exclaimed aghast. "At the very least let me put those wet things in the dryer and get you a blanket or something."
He agreed, though he looked slightly unwillingly. She turned to the bedroom, took a thick wool blanket from the linen closet, and returned to find Marco still at the foyer stripped down to his boxers.
Ana dimpled at the sight and exclaimed, "my goodness! I haven't seen you so bare in years." She tossed the blanket at him playfully and leaned against the foyer desk. As she watched him wrap his cold shoulders within the woolen layers a pensive expression ran over her face. "I'm not sure where I should start. How did you know I was here? Or what is so important that you needed to see me?"
Marco did not know what to say; there she was, the love of his life that he let slip away and his mind was drawing a complete blank. Little did he think when he came to this resort for the management seminar that he would run across her. He was walking across the lobby on his way to the Conference Room when he spotted her through the windows, lounging in the Georgia sun by the pool in a cute lavender number that accentuate her perfectly. It was two years since that day she ran away from him without a word. It two weeks to get any information from her twin sister, Eva, on why she left; and all she would tell him in a drunken stupor was that Ana had left to go up north because she thought she was pregnant and he wasn't mature enough to be a father. Now here she was, standing in front of him in a beautiful blue satin gown and looking utterly breathtaking. Why did he have to be standing there in nothing but his boxers, he thought; but he had a more pressing question to ask. "Why did you leave me two years ago?"
Ana was taken aback, she should have seen that question coming sooner or later. What to say? Definitely nothing about Isabella, he shouldn't know anything about that she thought. "I saw our lives were taking different directions. You were unsure of what you wanted and I just wanted something more, so I just left." At least she told half the truth, she thought to herself.
"You just left," Marco repeated after her. "More like ran. If that were all you would have at least said something. You are not the kind of person to just up and leave without a good-bye or anything. You are too conscientious and proper to just leave like you did," he stepped closer to Ana and in a voice so deep it was almost a growled he said, "There was something more, isn't there?"
Ana avoided his direct stare; yes there was something more, but there was no way she was going to tie him down to something he didn't want or need. "I don't know what you are talking about," she told him. "I could be prone to momentary lapse of judgments. Surely Eva is not the only one with the flighty streak in the family."
