How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day
And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more
Ever since you closed the door

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine

(Song is-If I could turn back the hands of time by )

"What a cutie he is," said Belle as she sat down the tray before her. "Regina, how could you bear to leave him? And why are you giving him the cold shoulder now?"

Regina Mills had gone downstairs and joined her friend outside by the pool. A huge canvas sail shielded them from the baking sun and a jug of ice cold lemonade sat on a table at their sides, together with a dish of freshly sliced fruit.

"You know what he did to me. He accused me of cheating on him with his own brother and wouldn't listen to anything I had to say." Regina reminded Belle of the downfall of Robin and Regina's marriage.

"Well, yes, but it looks to me as though he wants to make amends," Belle argued.

"He says he does," Regina said as she took a bite of the fresh cantaloupe.

"So what's the problem? He's gorgeous. I tell you what, you take Rumple and I'll have Robin," Belle offered with a smile on her face.

Regina laughed because Rumple was anything but handsome like Robin. He made up for it in other ways, though. He was a thoughtful, caring husband who doted on his wife and would do anything for her. He was well-respected at work as well, and sat on many committees. Some people saw him as dull, but he wasn't. He had a dry sense of humor and he and Belle had lots of friends.

"You're welcome to take Robin," Regina said now. "I shall never trust him again."

"Never is a long time, Regina. Most of us make mistakes. The question is, do we learn by them? Don't you think Robin has learned his?" Belle asked.

"I don't know," she answered slowly, "but if I give him a second chance and he hasn't, then I'll be hurt all over again. I don't want that to happen."

"But do you still love him?" Belle wanted to know.

Regina shook her head. "My feelings for him have gone forever."

"All of them?" asked Belle not exactly believing her.

Regina was saved answering when Robin appeared silently at their sides. They both had their backs to the house and hadn't realized he was approaching. Had he heard any of their conversation? Not that it mattered; he knew exactly how she felt and if he had listened, then it would only have confirmed what she'd already told him.

"May I?" He picked up a glass and the jug of lemonade.

"Help yourself," said Belle pleasantly. "We were just talking about you. I was going to swap you for Rumple."

His rugged brows rose and his eyes twinkled. "Now, that's an interesting idea. What would Rumple say, do you think?"

"I think," she said slowly," that he'd get out his shotgun."

Robin's laughter filled the air and Regina felt a ripple of pain inside her. It had been so long since she'd heard him laugh like that, except when he was playing with his little sister Chloe. At one time, laughter had played a large part in their lives. Now neither of them seemed to laugh anymore. And why did she care? He could laugh or cry or do whatever he liked, it didn't matter to her. Did it?

"Where's Rumple by the way?" Robin asked.

"Can't you guess?" asked Belle. "Playing golf. It was planned before Regina said she was coming. And because he knows how much we like girlie talk, he didn't feel it necessary to change his plans."

"And I spoilt them for you. Should I take a walk, do you think? Let you carry on talking about me?"

"We're saying nothing that you don't already know," answered Regina sharply.

"Have some fruit," Belle offered quickly, as she handed Robin the dish. "I hadn't realized you were in the wine trade too."

"I'm not, but I'm learning." Robin said.

"And are you enjoying it?" Belle asked.

"Tremendously," Robin grinned as he answered Belle's question.

"And do you plan on remaining in Italy, or will your business interests in London call you back?"

In other words, thought Regina, what were his intentions where she was concerned? Belle was anything but subtle. And she had an insatiable curiosity.

"I've not yet made up my mind," answered Robin with a slow smile and a sideways glance at Regina.

Meaning that it was all down to her! "My mother and Robin's father left us half shares," she explained. "So we either go along with it or one buys the other out. And as I haven't the money..."

"And as Robin clearly doesn't wish to leave you to run it alone..." expanded Belle.

"We have a lot to sort out," Regina said.

"Sounds like fun," Belle declared flippantly. "But you, Robin, don't strike me as the sort of man who'd be satisfied with half of a small company. Not even the whole of it. I imagine you'd have your sights set much higher. Am I right?"

"You're a shrewd judge of character," he said with a smile and a nod, "considering you've only just met me."

"So what are your long term plans?"

Robin looked at Regina and she quailed under the intensity of his gaze. Even before he spoke she knew what he was going to say and it sent a river of nervousness through her limbs. For an instant she wished she had something stronger to drink than lemonade.

"To re marry Regina." Robin admitted.