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Panic engulfs her and she bypasses me, scurrying to the kitchen around the passthrough. Despite every instinct to grab her, I let her go, trying not to spook her.
She slowly takes off her coat and hangs it on a chair. Trembling hands wrap the material around the back and squeeze hard as she stares at the purple fabric.
I keep my voice level. “Try. I’m in no hurry. I’m not going anywhere.”
Absolute truth—I’m not leaving. So she can take all the time she needs to explain.
“When I met you, I…I felt the connection immediately. Like nothing I’d ever experienced before with any man.”
The beast inside likes this. A lot.
“I told myself,take your time and be cautious, but he could be the one.”
Drawn to her like a magnet, I stride to her, trapping her with my palms on her cheeks. “I am.”
“But…”
The raspy pitch kills me. I can’t take her tears. “But what?”
“When I met you.” She glances at my father with so much despair. “I had that same feeling. It’s wrong and I’m horrible and I’m so, so sorry. I don’t understand it.”
Neither do I. I have no choice but to tell her the truth. “It’s okay. You’re not horrible. We feel the same way about you.”
Her face pinches. “What?”
Confusion thumps in her voice. Hell, I get it. I feel a similar bewilderment. “The same thing happened to us. Both of us—when we met you—we immediately knew you are who we want.”
My dad can’t stay back either. He joins us in the tiny room.
“He’s right, little one. I never expected to feel this way either. But I can’t deny it. I do.”
The relief I expect in her expression doesn’t come. Instead, she attempts to wriggle out of my grasp. She needs some convincing.
“It’s disgusting. What kind of woman has a relationship with a manandhis father?”
“A sweet, beautiful woman who has a heart big enough to love both of us.”
“That sounds nice but it’s not. It’s…it’s…sick.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone!” She grimaces, and I fear she’s going to vomit. “I mean what would London think? Or Bree and Alex? Or my brother? Oh my god!”
With all her minute strength, she wrenches away from me and races to the sink, heaving as she loses the battle with her stomach. Dark streams hit the cheap stainless steel. Fuck!
I rub her back as Dad clumsily yanks her hair out of the way.
Furious at him as well as myself, I want to shove him. Instead, I yell at him. “What the fuck did you give her?”
His rage burns just as hot as he glares at me. “Hot chocolate. She drank it at the tree farm.”
For whatever reason, she starts crying, sobbing and gagging while we’re helpless.
Fucking helpless to soothe the woman we both want. Who needs to be our focus—not arguing with each other.
I circle my hand round and round on her snowman sweatshirt. “I’m sorry angel. We never meant to upset you.”
My father nods. “He’s right. It kills us to hurt you.”
