Dad gripped his bicep briefly.“We’ll get through this, son.And someday have a laugh.”
Jamie let out a semblance of a laugh and shook his head.“We’ll see.”He wrapped his Dad in a quick hug.“Thanks.Tell Mom I really loved the stew.”
“Will do.”
Jamie got in his car and waved at Dad, who watched him drive away.
What the hell was he going to say to Crystal?She knew how his mom felt about this.Just as he knew that Crystal was going to do whatever she wanted with the story—as was her right.Yeah, he’d talk to her, but only so he could tell his mother he’d tried.He had no expectations of changing the outcome that was already in motion.Nor did he want to.
Shoving the turmoil from his mind, he willed himself to think about Crystal.Soon he’d hold her in his arms, kiss her, tell her how much she meant to him.
Would he?
Anxiety curled in his gut.He’d done a good job of keeping women at bay and protecting himself from falling in love again.Crystal wasn’t Sadie, but there were issues to overcome.
And did she feel the same?He was almost afraid to find out.