Page 453 of Chaos has a Name
He stared at her.
Lance was befuddled.
How did Wyler keep getting the beautiful women to fall for him?
He was an asshole to them all of the time. His current wife was just as lovely as Catherine had been.
It was so damn confusing.
Caryn held out her hand, and moved toward the other Native man.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Running Wolf. Wyler was just telling me about the time you both ran away as boys, and thought you’d start your next tribe. Given some more time, I’m sure you both could have done it,” she said, laughing.
Damn it.
He was charmed.
“Wyler was always the ringleader,” Lance said, calming down.
Wyler sighed.
“And Elizabeth thinks she got into trouble in her youth. No one can share these stories with her, or the secret is out,” he admitted. “She’ll know that CJ and EJ take after me.”
Caryn moved back toward her husband, and he held her hand in his.
When Lance came here, it was to finally get all of his anger off of his chest. He hadn’t been expecting the man to be dying, or to have a wife who was losing her husband to the same thing that took Catherine.
Fate was crazy.
Maybe it was Karma.
“I’m sorry,” Wyler said. “If I listed all of my regrets in life, it was that I lost my best friend all of those years ago. You’re absolutely right about how I treated Catherine. I hope one day, when I cross, she forgives me. Until then, I want to tell you thatI’m also sorry I hurt you. That I’m sorry a woman destroyed a friendship we had for years before it happened.”
Lance just stood there.
He was dumbfounded.
This didn’t sound like the Wyler he remembered.
“I know there is nothing I can do that will make it better,” he stated. “And I know you feel slighted, but I want you to know that I am deeply apologetic about all of it.”
The man was calm.
The man had definitely changed.
“I don’t drink anymore, and I don’t carry that self-loathing. In order to be the man my wife deserves, I need to be a better person. I hope that you can forgive me, but if you can’t, that’s my burden, not yours.”
That hung there.
“It hurt, Wyler. It really hurt.”
Oh, he imagined it did. In his youth, he seldom thought of anyone but himself.
Now, he would.
“I know you might never forgive me, Lance, but I want to ask a favor.”
He lifted a brow.
