"I can't marry you," I finally said. He nodded slowly. "I figured that out." His mouth opened, then shut quickly, and he went back to waiting. But I couldn't figure out where to begin, because I couldn't understand Declan. There was a sadness deep in his eyes, but he didn't look as if I'd just rejected his proposal. He didn't look like the girl he'd thought was his fiancee had just told him she couldn't marry him. He looked as if he had been waiting for this conversation. "Why, Rorie?" he said pleadingly. "Why won't you?" "I'm sorry, Dec. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I--" I sucked in a sharp breath, as if my body was rebelling against voicing the truth to him again, then forced out: "I fell in love with Jentry." He winced in pain. "It was before I ever met you. I just didn't know who he was. I didn't know who he was to you, and didn't think that I would see him again! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen, but I couldn't continue a relationship with you when my heart belonged to someone else. It wasn't fair to you. You have to understand than I never wanted to hurt you; he never wanted to hurt you." Declan's lips formed a sad smile after a few moments. "God, that hurts just as much hearing it the second time." --