“Thanks,” I say dryly.
“I’m not finished.” The corners of her lips tilt up. “You’re also warm, kind and sweet. Steph adores you, your ex-wife wants you back and I can understand why.” She shakes her head. “You’re not pathetic. Not even close. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”
My breath hitches.
She smiles up at me. “There’s nothing pitiful about you, Brogan Harrington.”
I hold her gaze.
Let her words twine around my heart.
Feel the ice hissing as it thaws and cracks like an iceberg splitting from the root.
And suddenly, I realize the truth.
One I can’t hide from.
One I can no longer deny.
I’ve gone and fallen in love with my wife.
Damn it.
Twenty-Two
Elizabeth
Gerard climbs out of the SUV and opens the back door when he sees me and Brogan exiting the hospital.
“You should go,” Brogan says.
“Are you coming home?”
“I’m stopping by the office first.”
Disappointment skates through me. I try my best to ignore it. “Okay.”
He tips my chin up with his finger. “I won’t take long.”
“You can stay there all night. I don’t care.” I scoff.
He smirks. Shakes his head. “Those eyes…”
“What?” I blink.
“Nothing.” He presses another kiss to my forehead and then nudges me forward. “Go.”
I take a hesitant step away.
Then I turn back.
He does a chin-up gesture what?
“You’re not going to meet with Lana behind my back, are you?”
“Why?” One side of his lips inches up.
“I’m just asking.” I try to keep my voice casual. “You can always call me if you need me to make her jealous.”