Ever since she’d left, Andrew had tried to figure out why he was finding it so difficult to move on. He must have asked himself a thousand times what had attracted him to Sylvie. Sitting across from her at this tiny table at a café that boasted plastic flowers in copper coffee pots for centerpieces, he understood.
She was different than any of the women he knew, and that had intrigued him. Not to mention, not a single female of his acquaintance possessed Sylvie’s beauty and unique style.
She walked out on you. There’s nothing special about that.
Andrew lifted a brow. “Do cakes pay the bills?”
After popping the last bite of bacon into her mouth she took a moment to chew and swallow. “Pretty much. I do them for weddings and other special events. I recently began providing baked goods to various places in Jackson Hole. The Chef at the Spring Gulch Country Club and I are in negotiations for services. I get by.”
“A far cry from the Back Bay.”
“That was your world.”
“It could have been yours.”
“No.” She sat back in her chair and met his gaze. “You’re wrong. It would never have been mine.”