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“You want what’s best for the little guy. The air, the rest, the peace of my land does you good. And if it does you good, then it’s surely doing the baby good, too.”
Her thoughts exactly. The fact he was being so tender with her when she knew he’d itched to take charge all day made her feel small. He’d been amazing from the minute she arrived on his ranch, and here he was, sacrificing his time to give her the support she needed.
“I don’t know what to say, Wade. Thank you. I was trying to figure out how to tell you I wanted to come back with you, but I feel so bad about wasting your time.”
“You aren’t wasting my time. I needed to be here.”
Kit regarded him thoughtfully. She’d never forgotten what he’d told her about his mother disappearing years ago. Maybe he was worried the same thing would happen to Kit.
“I will be all right on my own, you know,” she said gently. “I would have been alone no matter what. The day I found out I was pregnant was the day Cam died.”
“Oh.” He blinked.
“He wanted a divorce, and I thought the baby would change his mind. When it didn’t, I screamed things at him, terrible, awful things.”
The way his mouth dropped open, she guessed he was trying to process everything.
“I’m the reason Cam is dead.”
“That’s crazy,” he said. “He had a heart attack.”
“Because of me. I’ve never lost control like that. I yelled the most hateful things... He slammed out the door. And had a heart attack a few hours later.”
“Kit...you weren’t responsible—”
“Yes, I was. He would not have had the heart attack if I hadn’t been so angry. I would take back every horrible thing I said if I could.”
“We all get angry. We all yell nasty things.”
“I shouldn’t have done it. I knew better.” She felt steady now. She could see it all clearly. “The girl you grew up with doesn’t exist anymore. She might not have ever existed.”
“The Kit I grew up with is sitting right in front of me.” His eyes blazed with intensity. “You didn’t kill your husband.”
“Only you would say that. You always saw the best in me. But I’m asking you not to. See the real me. No illusions.”
“I see the real you. I wonder if you do.” The words were quiet, sincere. “I’m taking you home.”
Home. The word swamped her with relief. Maybe Wade didn’t get it, but right now she didn’t care.
“You’ll see things more clearly when you’ve had some time to rest and move forward. And I don’t care what you say or how you try to convince me you’re some horrible person. You’re not.”
Some of the bricks she’d mortared over her heart tumbled down, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now. The man sitting before her would be terribly easy to fall in love with.
And then she’d be right back to square one.
Every time she gave her heart away, eventually it was tossed back to her, bloody and damaged.
“And before we head back, we’re driving to the apartment of yours to make sure it’s in a safe location.” He picked his menu back up. “Don’t argue with me. It’s nonnegotiable.”
She’d just have to get another pile of bricks.
Living on his ranch for another month would be worth it.
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