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A Husband's Regret (The Unwanted Series)(50)

By:Natasha Anders


"Do I make you nervous?" he asked, and her hands stopped their restless  movements as she considered his frank question. How like Bryce to cut to  the chase.

"No," she replied. "You don't but the situation does. Don't you feel the same way?"

He took a sip of his tea as he considered her question and placed his  dainty teacup carefully back into its saucer before replying.

"I'm bloody terrified," he admitted with a disarming grin. "Terrified of  saying or doing the wrong thing. Last night is a perfect example of me  screwing things up without meaning to." The smile faded and his eyes  darkened. "Our entire marriage was an example of me screwing up without  meaning to."

She honestly had no idea what to say in response to that and was  relieved when Kayla came running back into the kitchen with Broccoli  clutched to her chest. They were both grateful for the interruption and  focused their attention on the little girl, who was talking a mile a  minute. After a few minutes of fussing over the child, Bronwyn tapped  Bryce on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"I'd like that very much," he said.

"We're ordering pizza," she warned in case he was expecting some  miraculous home-cooked meal after she'd spent all day at school and  work.

"No problem." He whipped out his phone. "I'll let Cal know that I'll be  staying a while. He and Paul can order takeout for dinner too."

She nodded as she sent Kayla to the refrigerator for the magnetized pizza menu that she kept low enough for the child to reach.



"I can't remember the last time I had pizza," Bryce said, leaning back  against the sofa with a contented groan. "That was delicious."

They were all in the living room, where they had enjoyed an impromptu  picnic on the heated carpet. Kayla liked the novelty of eating on the  floor and constantly crawled from her mother's lap to her father's lap,  loving the undivided attention from her doting parents. She was  currently sitting on her mother's lap and Bronwyn could feel the child's  head getting heavier and heavier as she started to doze off. It was  getting close to her bedtime.

"Bath time, munchkin," Bron whispered into her ear.

"No baf, Mummy," the child protested sleepily.

"Yes bath, Kayla."

The little girl was grubby and her face was covered in pizza stains. The  child pushed herself up and heaved a long-suffering sigh that nearly  had Bronwyn in stitches when she heard it.

"Daddy baf I?" she asked, probably knowing that her dad would go easy on  her. Bronwyn raised a questioning brow at Bryce, who nodded, his gaze  tender as he smiled at the little girl.

"Come on then," he invited, holding his arms out to her. She toddled  into them and he hugged her close for a long moment, shutting his eyes  as he inhaled her baby scent. "Love you, sweetheart."

Bronwyn's heart turned to mush as she watched them. She turned away and  busied herself cleaning up the dinner debris as she struggled to keep  the waterworks at bay. She kept her back to them as Kayla led him out of  the living room and upstairs to the bathroom. She left them to it for  about ten minutes while she fiddled about in the kitchen, before she  followed them upstairs.

Bryce was already toweling off a chatty Kayla by the time Bronwyn joined  them. He smiled up at her as she entered his field of vision; the look  on his face was so warm and unaffected that Bronwyn couldn't help but  smile back.

"That was a fast bath," she said quietly, and he shrugged.

"I used the hand shower," he muttered. "She's asleep on her feet as it  is. I thought hosing her down would be more efficient in this case."

He picked Kayla up and carried her to her girlie bedroom.

"She's had a busy day," he explained, dragging a pretty pink nightgown  over Kayla's head. There was a nervous quality to his constant stream of  chatter that Bronwyn found endearing. "We went to the South African  Museum this morning. She had a blast, loved the animal and bird  exhibits. I had to stop by the office after that so she hung out with  her day-care buddies for a couple of hours before lunch. You had fun  with your friends, didn't you, Kayla?" She nodded sleepily, and he  grinned as he lifted her onto her bed and tucked her in.

They spent a few minutes reading the little girl's favorite nursery  rhymes in tandem, which turned out to be an entertaining and unique  experience for all three of them. In fact, Bronwyn and Bryce were  enjoying the experience so much that they didn't notice that Kayla had  fallen asleep. It was Bryce who first discerned that Kayla was sleeping,  and he shushed Bronwyn, who was really getting into her Mother Goose  impression. They crept out of the child's room and paused at the doorway  to watch her sleeping for a few minutes.





  

"At least I managed to get something right, huh?" Bryce said, his voice  brimming with pride, and Bronwyn tilted her head back to meet his eyes.

You got a lot right, Bryce, she signed, and he grimaced-his eyes dull  with disbelief-before turning away and heading back downstairs. She  followed him, her gaze fixed on the tense set of his broad shoulders.

"I guess I'll be going," he said once she had joined him at the foot of the stairs.

"No," she shook her head. "We have to have an uninterrupted talk, Bryce.  I'm open to the idea of a fresh start because I still love you. I've  never stopped loving you, even when you were being a total arse. I just  didn't think the situation was healthy for us or for Kayla. I felt like  our marriage was doomed because I couldn't see us growing as a couple or  as a family when we still had so many unresolved issues between us. You  want another chance? Then we're going to do this properly. No more  secrets."





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Bryce watched her slender back as she led the way back into the living  room, and swallowed nervously. This was what he had been dreading from  practically the moment he'd first met her. He had tried his best to  avoid this "talk" and had destroyed his marriage in the process. It was  time to take a leap of faith and believe that if she still loved him  despite his past cruelty, she could love him enough to overlook even his  inherent cravenness. After everything that he had put her through, she  more than deserved the truth. He just hoped that he was strong enough to  face the consequences if she wanted nothing to do with him afterward.

She stopped walking and he was so wrapped up in his anxiety that he  crashed right into her. They both lost their balance and his hands  encircled her upper arms to steady her. For a few breathless moments he  had her lithe body plastered right up against his, her back to his  front, and his body responded with embarrassing predictability. He  released her almost immediately and put a decent distance between them,  hoping that she hadn't felt him hardening against the curve of her firm  little behind.

Focus, Bryce! he snapped at himself, drawing in a shuddering breath. He  moved past her and headed directly to the sofa. He dropped down and  folded an ankle over his knee in an uncomfortable attempt to hide his  erection from her. The damned thing had no sense of occasion and even  the gravitas of the situation wasn't doing much to tamp things down.

Bronwyn sat down in a chair across from him and stared at him  unsmilingly for a few long seconds. That look was more than enough to  bring his body back under control. He wasn't sure how they were supposed  to start this conversation and waited to take his cues from her. When  she continued to just stare at him, he started to feel uncomfortable and  shifted restlessly in his seat. When had she perfected that damned  soul-piercing icy stare? It hadn't been a part of her "irate spouse"  repertoire in the past.

"Well," he said uncomfortably. He was used to silence but he found  himself wanting to fill in this particular conversational void with  inane words, hoping that it would prompt some kind of response from her.  "Well . . ."

She said nothing, her usually expressive face completely devoid of  emotion. She wasn't going to make this easy on him . . . and really, why  should she? He had once told her that he couldn't fix the damage he had  wrought-but quite honestly he hadn't even tried. He could see that now.  He hadn't tried because he hadn't felt like he'd deserved to try. Well  he was done with being crippled by fear. He could fix it-he would fix  it. He just had to take the damned leap.



"When we first met . . ." He broke the silence, and Bronwyn made a  relieved little sound at the back of her throat. She was grateful that  he had ended the interminable silence even though she hadn't really  expected him to start the conversation without some kind of prompt from  her. "You were the most enchanting thing that I'd ever seen. You so  obviously weren't coping with that job, you looked harassed and you were  so horrified when Pierre and I sat down at one of your tables."

"You weren't supposed to notice that," she interjected dryly and then  nearly kicked herself for interrupting him. He laughed softly in  response to her words.