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A Husband's Regret (The Unwanted Series)(23)

By:Natasha Anders


"They told me my heart stopped . . . twice. Of course, I don't remember  it at all. I just woke up to the sound of Kayla's crying. It took so  much strength to turn my head but . . ." She smiled radiantly up into  his face, her tears blinding her to his expression. "She was the most  beautiful thing I'd ever seen. So perfect and so healthy, and in that  moment I knew that I would do anything to keep her safe!"

"Bronwyn . . ." Bryce's throat was tight with emotion, and he struggled to get the words out. "Why didn't you . . ."

"Call you?" She completed the question and gazed at him levelly.  "Perhaps I was stubborn . . . or stupid? Maybe I didn't love Kayla  enough to want the best for her?" He didn't want her truth, he had  forced her into uttering the only major lie she had ever told him, and  she would be damned if she ever tried to convince him of the facts  again. She was tired of defending herself to a man who refused to see  the truth. Well, now the truth was something that Bryce would have to  discover for himself. She had given up on it and on him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered painfully, his own eyes shimmering with  what could only be tears. "God, I'm so sorry you had to go through that  on your own."

Bryce wasn't quite able to process everything he had just learned  without wanting to howl in agony at the horror of it all. Her heart had  stopped for God's sake! She had died and he hadn't even known about it.  His beautiful, fragile Bronwyn had nearly been snatched from him forever  and the knowledge was eating him up alive. His own suffering seemed  almost immaterial when measured against the cripplingly painful facts  that she had just revealed and yet he couldn't help thinking that if she  had just stayed, come back, called him-anything-he could have protected  her, kept her safe from harm. He ignored the shrill voice screeching at  him in the back of his mind, Who would have kept her safe from you?

"You said the nurse asked you for your next of kin's contact details. Why didn't you give them my number?" he asked gruffly.

"Oh, now why on earth would I do that?" Bronwyn asked flippantly. "I  much preferred the thought of leaving Kayla an orphan." His brow lowered  threateningly. You didn't have to be able to hear to recognize such  blatant sarcasm.

"Bron, now's not the time for facetiousness!"

"Well," she blinked up at him innocently, forming her words carefully so  that there would be no misunderstanding. "I'm just telling you what I  believe you want to know, since it has become rather self-evident that  the truth gets rejected when it doesn't suit you. What I don't get is  how on earth you could marry a woman you have such a low opinion of. By  now we've established that I'm foolish, fickle, cruel, and selfish! God  knows what you saw in me in the first place. You must be an appalling  judge of character." She disentangled herself from his arms and jumped  out of bed, uncaring of her nudity. She just wanted to get away from  him.





  

"Where are you going?" he asked, sounding panicky.

"Shower," was her succinct reply.

"But we haven't finished our talk . . ."

"I've said all I have to say on that particular subject." She waved her hand dismissively and turned toward the en suite.

"Bron," his voice was gruff with some indefinable emotion, and she  turned to face him. He stared at her for a long moment, looking  completely lost for words, before shaking his head.

"Rick and Lisa got back from their holiday last night, and I thought it  would be nice to have them come by for the afternoon. I'd like Rick to  get to know Kayla, and I think that you and Lisa might get along." She  nodded in response, part of her looking forward to seeing Rick again and  the other part remembering his cold-bloodedness at the hospital when  she had been ill and defenseless. She was looking forward to spending  more time with his new wife though; the woman had been very kind to her  in the brief moments they had shared.

"That'll be nice," she murmured before turning back toward the bathroom, and this time he let her go without protest.





CHAPTER EIGHT

Rick, Lisa, and Rhys arrived just after one o'clock. The couple was  holding hands and looked tanned, healthy, and happy. Rick's greeting of  Bronwyn was strained; merely a curt nod before he grinned at his older  brother and immediately struck up a conversation in SASL, rather rudely  excluding both Bronwyn and Lisa. The other woman shared a wry smile with  Bronwyn before clasping her hand warmly and planting a totally  unexpected kiss on her cheek.

"You look so much better than the last time I saw you," she said with a friendly smile.

"Rest and sunshine will do that," Bron responded easily before stepping back and giving Lisa an all-encompassing once-over.

"I don't remember much about you, beyond your kindness that day, but I  have to say, you're looking very good too." She snuck a glance over to  her expansively signing brother-in-law. "I'm happy the whole . . .  situation with Bryce and I didn't ruin your holiday!" Lisa shook her  head with a smile.

"Rick was a bit withdrawn for a while, but Rhys and I soon dragged him  out of it." She nodded down at the sleeping baby in his stroller and  grinned good-naturedly.

"Oh, I'm so relieved to hear that." Bronwyn couldn't help but respond to  Lisa's warm personality. The woman was absolutely lovely. She could see  how Rick fell for her so quickly.

"So where is your beautiful little girl?" Lisa sent a questioning glance  around the sunny patio as if expecting Kayla to pop out from some nook  at any moment.

"Poor little thing. Bryce was preparing her for your impending visit all  morning and while she has no idea what cousins, aunts, and uncles are-I  think she's expecting some exotic form of animal-she kept chattering on  about it throughout her lunch. She wore herself out and drifted off to  sleep almost immediately after completing her meal. It's for the best;  she gets cranky if she doesn't have her afternoon nap. She'll be up  again in an hour or two." She glanced over to where Bryce and Rick were  still immersed in conversation and frowned.

"Can you understand sign language?" she asked quietly, and Lisa's eyes became pools of liquid sympathy.

"A little. Rick has been teaching me," she admitted softly.

"What are they talking about?" Bron wondered wistfully, and Lisa squeezed her hand again.

"I think Rick is telling Bryce about his shark cage dive." She shuddered at the unpleasant recollection.

"Oh dear . . . Rick still does stuff like that?"

"Apparently it was the first time he's ever gone shark cage diving. He  loved it but told me that he doubts he'll do it again, now that he's  experienced it. I should hope not. It gives me jitters whenever I think  of him down there with all those huge great whites circling the flimsy  little cage he considers protection!"

"He'll settle down a bit now that he's married with a child, I suspect," Bron stated confidently.

"Sure he will." Lisa rolled her eyes. "Or maybe he'll simply drag Rhys  and me along with him. Back when we were dating, before I got pregnant,  he did a brilliant job of talking me into doing the crazy stuff with  him! In fact I'm pretty sure getting pregnant so soon was my body's  defence mechanism kicking in to save me from Death by Crazy."

"No," Bron gasped, unable to picture the sweet, bookish-looking woman  participating in some of the extreme sports Rick commonly did for fun.





  

"Well let's see: bungee jumping, parasailing, parachuting,  hang-gliding." She ticked off her fingers as she itemized. "Navigating  in some crazy off-road race, white-water rafting . . . these are just a  few of the insane things I found myself roped into doing back then."

"Ballet recitals, operas, poetry readings, symphony orchestras, shopping for really old furniture," Rick interjected.

"Antiques," Lisa inserted smoothly, smiling affectionately as her husband came over to join them.

". . . Art exhibitions," Rick continued to recite as if she hadn't  interrupted, dropping an arm around his wife's narrow shoulders and  angling himself so that Bryce was able to lip-read what he was saying.  "These are just a few of the really boring things I have found myself  participating in since getting married."

Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes again.

"At least I don't have a thing for jumping off high mountains and out of  perfectly good planes," she scoffed, and he grinned before dropping a  quick kiss on her lips and whispering something in her ear.

Bronwyn watched them enviously and unconsciously found herself raising  her eyes to Bryce's face. She was startled to see that he was studying  her intently, and she lowered her gaze quickly but he came over to stand  beside her. They stood side by side for a couple of moments, not  touching, watching the younger couple whispering and giggling with each  other. Bronwyn nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the first  tentative, wholly unexpected touch of his large hand in the small of her  back. Her eyes flew to his impassive profile, but he kept his eyes  straight ahead, watching his brother and Lisa with a slight smile  playing about his lips.