She gazed at him softly, shaking her head. “Nathan, what’s become of you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve turned cold.”

Had he? Well, she didn’t know what had been going on with him since they’d parted, either in his life or in his heart.

There was so much he couldn’t tell her. About his inn failing, about the fact that his finances were on the ropes, about the feelings he still carried for her...

“I was concerned,” he admitted, “when I saw on the news that your cruise ship had hit a reef. In fact, I checked my phone that day to see if you’d called me.”

Shoot. He hadn’t wanted to admit that.

“I thought of you that day, too,” she said softly.

She had?

“Thank you for your thoughts,” she continued. “But the best you can do for me is to help us be successful with our show. Come on, Nathan, it’s Christmas. Think about the kids.”

He was thinking about the kids. She had no idea.