Overture Downs make like a boy scout and leave no trace

It wasn't a surprise to her, necessarily, that there had been a woman before her. Or maybe there hadn't been a woman before her, really, but he'd had his eyes on someone all the same. There was jealousy in that; not so much, but still she prickled with it, pressing him closer to her.

He'd chosen her in the end, though, hadn't he?

And there'd been others for her, too, there was no denying that. But it was him she would choose in the end, even if they were to return, even if they were to beg — and if she wanted Dusty Rose to trust that, then she supposed it was only right that she try to trust that he would make that same decision even in the face of temptation. Surely it would come, not just from their past but the future which suddenly seemed so very long and bright ahead of them.

You'll never be lonely again, She promised softly. Not as long as I can help it.