people had no doubt been dropping ever since his arrival. Maybe it was time she simply told him why everyone tended to walk on eggshells around her. Why they stared at her sometimes as if she might crack like a delicate bit of old porcelain.
âI suppose thereâs no reason for you not to know,â she said eventually. âEveryone else does.â
She hesitated, wondering if she could get the words out. For a long time now, sheâd thought if she didnât talk about the accident, never mentioned Kyle at all, the pain would go away. Of course, it hadnât.
While she debated what to say, Cord remained silent, watching her patiently. She found that reassuring.
âI was engaged for a very long time.â She began slowly, then went on in a rush. âLast summer we finally got married.â
His eyes widened with unmistakable shock and, perhaps, something more, something that could evenbe regret. But his voice was steady, âYouâre married? But whereâ¦?â
âIâm getting to that,â she said, her gaze pleading with him for patience. She drew in a deep breath before going on. âThat night, leaving the reception, we were hit by a drunk driver. My husband was killed.â
She managed to get the words out in a matter-of-fact way, despite the raw emotions that were churning inside her. She avoided looking directly at Cord, fearful of what she might read on his face. She wasnât sure whether to expect disgust or dismay or pity. She wasnât prepared to deal with any of them.
âThe damned fool!â
His sharp, angry words startled her into looking up. He reached for her hand and enveloped it in his. There was genuine warmth and comfort in his touch, but it was his obvious outrage on her behalf that meant the most.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry you had to go through that.â His gaze narrowed as a thought apparently occurred to him. âYouâre not blaming yourself, are you?â
âI was driving.â
âWhat the hell difference does that make? The other driver was drunk. He was responsible, not you. There ought to be a special place in hell for people like that.â
She was stunned by his fierce tone. It was more than sympathy for her tragedy. That much was clear, but she didnât know exactly what to make of it.
âCord?â she whispered.
He blinked as if heâd been someplace very far away and had been suddenly drawn back by the sound of her voice.
âWhat is it?â she asked.
âI was just thinking about my father,â he said with stunning bitterness. âHe was picked up more times than I can recall for drinking and driving. Around where we lived, everyone knew him. The sheriffâs deputies would pull him over, load him into their car and haul him on home. Maybe if theyâd arrested him, thrown his sorry butt in jail, he would have sobered up, instead of wasting his whole life on booze.â
He glanced at her, then sighed. âSorry. I didnât mean to get off on that. We were talking about what happened to you. I just couldnât help thinking that but for the grace of God, my father could have killed someone and left someone like you to grieve and blame themselves.â
âBut he didnât,â she reminded him. âThatâs something to be thankful for, isnât it?â
Cord sighed. âYes.â He studied her. âThatâs why you donât drink, isnât it?â
She nodded. âJust seeing a beer in someoneâs hand is enough to upset me.â
âI should have guessed that night you told me you never kept alcohol in your house.â
âHow could you? It could have been anything.â
âThere are people who drink responsibly,â he reminded her. âA glass of wine with dinner, a beer while theyâre working in the hot sun.â
âI know that, but I find myself watching everyone like a hawk, worrying that the
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