“I got pregnant a few months after we married. I wanted to be a mother, have a family. I guess we didn’t know each other that well, or I didn’t know him. Not at first.”
Matt tensed beside her.
“It’s nothing terrible. He just…wasn’t there. Work, success, was important to him. Addictive, like a drug.”
He’d always had to do more, be more, to overcome the years of an abusive father he refused to end up like. Josh had his own demons, and she’d understood what a bad childhood could do to a person. Had hoped one day she’d be enough to make up for it all.
“I would’ve given up all the money, the big house, the new car, everything, for a night watching TV together. Or a simple moment sitting on the couch.” Like they were doing now.
“Anyway, by the time I saw what was happening, I had Jack. My life was full with the kids and…Josh always said it would get better. He promised. I believed him.” She let out a shaky breath and turned the ring on her finger. “By the time I had Gracie…I didn’t believe him anymore.”
But God knows with every tearful apology she’d wanted to. She’d listened to his empty words, pretending they meant something and that it was enough. Because it was still so much more than she’d ever had.
“By the time I had Charlie, I didn’t care anymore. So…” It hurt to admit, because she had still cared—maybe not that Josh didn’t want her but that no one did. So, she’d tried and hoped, and…then that last night together she’d been lonely and she’d hoped one more time.
Without looking at Matt, she stood to flee to the safety of the kitchen. She wasn’t fast enough. His hand shot out and encircled her wrist.
Intelligent brown eyes scanned hers, seeing way too much. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Seconds passed and she thought he might say more, but he released her, leaving a cold spot on her arm. She’d spent her life perfecting a mask to hide her pain, and she quickly pulled it on. “Let’s have cookies.” She walked toward the kitchen. “You must be some kind of interrogator,” she said, smiling over her shoulder, covering the raw edges her admission had left.
“Interrogation’s not really my job,” he said, sliding onto a stool at the counter while she poured two glasses of milk.
She set the cookies in front of him. “What is your job?”
“I’m in the navy.”
At her raised eyebrow and impatient look, he reluctantly added the rest.
“A SEAL.”
Of course he was. A hero. “Wow. I’ve seen and read enough to know how hard that is.” And she knew it was to be admired. Not just for the strength but the skill and intellect too.
He paused, his milk halfway to his mouth, like he was waiting for her to say more. She thought he looked pleased when she didn’t and he took a quick sip of milk.
“I also flip houses,” he said and stuffed an entire cookie into his mouth.
“Really? How do you do that? I mean being gone so much.” She took a bite of cookie.
“Being gone is kind of how it happened. My great-aunt passed away and left her tiny old house to the family. It was so dilapidated no one wanted to mess with it. I wasn’t home enough to make renting a house or even an apartment sensible, so I crashed there. When I was home, I worked on it just for something to do.”
Abby listened, loving the deep, smooth sound of his voice and the way his body took up space. She could imagine lying beside him, eyes closed, just listening to him talk.
“I started out with small repairs and learned as I went. Didn’t matter if we went wheels up. If I left the country, I’d just leave the house and pick it up when I got back.
“I enjoyed it—the work and the transformation. I sold that one, made a profit, and looked for a new project. There are times I’m homeless, like this week. I don’t require much, but I do need a working bathroom.” He smiled and bit into another cookie.
She leaned a hip against the counter and sipped her milk, taking in everything he’d said. Soaking up the details that made his life. “So, you’re on leave now?”
“Yes, and I owed Rob for helping me out with my last house, so when he asked for a ride…” He shrugged his shoulders, like what could he do.
“Do you wish you’d gone with him? I’m sure he’s getting more than milk and cookies tonight.”
A slow, sexy grin spread across Matt’s face as a painful blush covered hers. “I’m happy with my choice.”
Abby twisted the gold band on her finger. It was either that or tap her fingers wildly on the countertop.