The pungent scent of Heather"s distress hung over the house like a toxic cloud. It ate at him, eroding his determination to stay away from her. Bryan stomped into the living room and killed the music, casting them in silence. Then he threw angry looks at Jay, like he"d kicked his puppy, before heading to the kitchen. But Heather wasn"t a puppy and his actions were for the best—the best for all of them if they"d only stop to think about it.
But emotions didn"t always align with logic. Unfortunately.
Jay leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, blocking out the damned Christmas lights Heather had insisted they put up last week. That felt like a long time ago now. He pushed his hands through his hair.
If things were different… If he, Bryan and Heather were different people… Maybe then
