Dillon prepared himself for the judgment sure to come. “Please.” She laid a hand on his back, her voice lowering, softening with understanding. He’d seen too much judgment in her eyes over the years. The absolute last subject he ever wanted to discuss with her.ĭillon turned his back to her, didn’t want to know what look would cross her eyes when he told her the truth.
“Ask me what?”Įmma looked at the floor and drew another breath before finally meeting his gaze again. “I have to ask you this.”Īpprehension knotted in his stomach. “All I have to go on is what’s in that letter.”įor an endless moment, she didn’t speak, just stared at him.
“Janey refused to tell anyone who Annie’s father was.” Having reached the right end of the couch for the third time, she finally stopped and looked at him. He couldn’t count on both hands the number of times he’d gone to get her when one of them left her stranded somewhere.Įmma gave a slow shake of her head, then dropped her gaze to the floor and slowly paced back and forth along the front of the couch. She seemed to end up with the ones who left her high and dry, used her up then spit her out. She stared him dead in the eye, her gaze soft and understanding, but uncompromising. “There’s more.” Emma’s voice was soft and gentle, but didn’t ease the wound the way she likely hoped. They’d been best friends since elementary school, yet Janey hadn’t even told him she was pregnant. “Damn.” Dillon closed his eyes, pain washing through his chest. Annie turned six months old three days ago.” Then whose is she?”Įmma pinned him to the spot with a direct stare. She heaved a shaky sigh, opened her eyes and slowly turned to look at him. “You’re talking in circles and I’m afraid I’m not following.” It would have explained a lot.” She closed her eyes, her chest rising then falling and drew in a deep breath, blowing it out. “Guilt’s a killer, isn’t it? Going through Janey’s things hasn’t been easy for me either, but you should have read the letter. Now she’s gone and I’ll never get another chance.” The very thought had a heap of guilt rising to the surface, waiting to suffocate him.Įmma’s expression softened, understanding pooling in her soft amber eyes that somehow soothed the pain in his chest. I should have done something to fix it while I had the chance.
He ducked his head and dragged his hands through his hair, compelled to be honest by something that scared the hell out of him. Call him a coward, but he hadn’t been able to make himself read what had likely been some of Janey’s last words.
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