She stared at the flowers. She shook her head. Not really. Her shoulders rose with a deep breath, the kind of breath that had to mean she hadn’t hurt her ribs. I t-think the flowers are okay.
That desperate feeling from Saturday night surged back to life as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. He saw it. Her absolute refusal to believe that Sabrina had been telling the truth.Gabe couldn’t look at her. I have a son.
Nikki was too shocked to think anything other than that for several moments, because there was no way Gabe had a child and hadn’t mentioned him once to her.That’s not funny, Gabe. Her hand tightened around the necklace.He still wasn’t looking at her. It’s not a joke, Nic.
Her mouth opened, but she didn’t have words at the moment. She took a step back, bumping into the coffee table. You . . . you have a kid—a son? Emma and you?His shoulders rose with a deep breath. Yes. His name is William. He’s five years old.
Five years old? That meant—things clicked into place. When you guys met up? She got pregnant. That’s why you’ve been going to Baton Rouge—why you’re looking at getting a place there.
That would be correct, he replied, his tone so cold and detached that Nikki jolted.Josie stopped as her mouth dropped open. I didn’t even think about that.
I grinned. Well, it’s a little late for that.She stared at me and then sighed as she started walking again. You know, I think if they had a problem with us being here, they would’ve already intervened.
We reached another door and Josie pushed on it before I had a chance to tell her to slow down. The door swung open, and…and glittering sunlight poured in from a grassy meadow of blue and purple wildflowers.At first I couldn’t move. It was like every muscle locked up, and then I was moving without realizing it, as if I were somehow compelled to enter.