"Don't work too hard." He shut the door behind her and then stood there with his hands in his pockets as she drove away.
She didn't take her eyes off the rearview mirror until she had to turn the corner.
She had to fight the urge to turn around and go back to him—take whatever time they had left and enjoy every second. But she was afraid to make herself even more vulnerable to the heartbreak she saw coming.
She didn't want him to go back to the Marines. She didn't want him to leave Fairhope, but it wasn't her call. It was up to him to go or to stay.
She hated feeling powerless. It reminded her of when her parents died, when her aunt had taken her to New York, when nothing in her life had been under her control.
Was she really going to give all the power to Roman?
She was still thinking about that when she entered her apartment.