Into the Sunset — S.L. Sterling

I know why I lost her. I was too serious, I was too practical. I was too busy thinking I knew what she wanted without asking her. Over time, this wore on her. All she wanted was to be heard. She wanted someone to support her big exciting ideas, I was supposed to do that, but I shut them down. No wonder she handed me my ring back and left town. No wonder she married someone else, leaving me with memories of sunsets at the beach and the future I had planned for us. I went on and built my life without her. My father and I opened the second division of Sunset Builders in Las Vegas, and to my surprise, I stayed busy, almost busy enough not to notice the loneliness. That was until one day I was called to do a quick bathroom and kitchen remodel for a woman who lived on Las Vegas Boulevard. I shouldn't of gone, I should have sent one of my men because when I arrived, and the door opened, every memory I'd had of Jessica came flooding back. If I'd learned anything in her absence it was that anything worth doing was worth being done well, and anything worth having was worth fighting for. I just hoped she'd give me a second chance.