Nights in Rodanthe - By Nicholas Sparks Page 0,47

came, and if you want some coffee for the trip, you can take it with you.”

“Thank you, but that’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

She kept stirring the eggs. “If you want a couple of sandwiches, I can throw those together, too.”

Paul moved toward her. “You don’t have to do that. I can get something later. And to be honest, I doubt if I’ll be hungry anyway.”

She didn’t seem to be listening, and he put his hand on her back. He heard her exhale shakily, as if trying to keep from crying.

“Hey…”

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

“You sure?”

She nodded and sniffed as she removed the pan from the burner. Dabbing at her eyes, she still refused to look at him. Seeing her this way reminded him of their first encounter on the porch, and he felt his throat constrict. He couldn’t believe that less than a week had passed since then.

“Adrienne… don’t…”

She looked up at him then.

“Don’t what? Be sad? You’re going to Ecuador and I have to go back to Rocky Mount. Can I help it if I don’t want this to end just yet?”

“I don’t either.”

“And that’s why I’m sad. Because I know that, too.” She hesitated, trying to stay in control of her feelings. “You know, when I got up this morning, I told myself I wasn’t going to cry again. I told myself that I’d be strong and happy, so that you would remember me that way. But when I heard the shower come on, it just hit me that when I wake up tomorrow, you’re not going to be here, and I couldn’t help it. But I’ll be okay. I really will. I’m tough.”

She said it as though she were trying to convince herself. Paul reached for her hand.

“Adrienne… last night, after you went to sleep, I got to thinking that maybe I could stay a little while longer. Another month or two isn’t going to make much difference, and that way we could be together—”

She shook her head, cutting him off.

“No,” she said. “You can’t do that to Mark. Not after all that you two have been through. And you need this, Paul. It’s been eating you up; if you don’t go now, part of me wonders if you ever will. Spending more time with me isn’t going to make it any easier to say good-bye when the time comes, and I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I was the one who kept you and your son apart. Even if we planned for your leaving the next time, I’d still cry then, too.”

She flashed a brave smile before going on. “You can’t stay. We both knew you were leaving before the we part of us even began. Even though it’s hard, both of us also know it’s the right thing to do—that’s the way it is when you’re a parent. Sometimes there are sacrifices you have to make, and this is one of them.”

He nodded, his lips pressed together. He knew she was right but wished desperately that she wasn’t.

“Will you promise that you’ll wait for me?” he asked finally, his voice ragged.

“Of course. If I thought you were leaving forever, I’d be crying so hard, we’d have to eat breakfast in a rowboat.”

Despite everything he laughed, and Adrienne leaned into him. She kissed him before letting him hold her. He could feel the warmth of her body, smell the faintest trace of perfume. She felt so good in his arms. So perfect.

“I don’t know how or why it happened, but I think I was meant to come here,” he said. “To meet you. For so many years, I’ve been missing something in my life, but I didn’t know what it was. And now I do.”

She closed her eyes. “Me too,” she whispered.

He kissed her hair, then rested his cheek against her.

“Will you miss me?”

Adrienne forced herself to smile. “Every single minute.”

They had breakfast together. Adrienne wasn’t hungry, but she forced herself to eat, forced herself to smile now and then. Paul picked at his food, taking longer than usual to clean his plate, and when they were finished, they brought the dishes to the sink.

It was almost nine o’clock, and Paul led her past the front desk toward the door. He lifted one duffel bag at a time to sling over his shoulders; Adrienne held the leather pouch with his tickets and passport, which she handed to him.

“I guess this is it,” he said.

Adrienne pressed her lips together. Like hers, Paul’s eyes were red around the