Chapter Fourty Seven

'I had work commitments and I couldn't see a place for you in the schedule I had planned. But it was worse this time. I couldn't keep you out of my mind. You haunted my nights.'

Days and nights for me, she recalled, especially after learning a baby had been conceived.

'Jasmine... look at me!' he commanded.

Her head snapped up. The angst in his eyes begged her belief.

'The women I took to the award ceremonies... they were just window-dressing. I didn't have sex with them. Didn't want to. In fact, it was after barely tolerating the model I was with at the BAFTA Awards that I called you to meet me in L.A. You were the one I wanted to be with.'

A wave of sadness rolled through her at the memory of her miscarriagein Los Angeles. It had thrown a black cloud over everything. Though before she'd told him she was pregnant...

'You still didn't see a place in your life for me, Collins. It was just for a week.'

'That was the plan,' he conceded heavily. 'I don't know that it would have