Cardan
“The timing just isn’t right.”
Killian slants his eyes at me from across my office desk. That simple look has the hand written letter in my left hand suddenly weighing a ton.
Yeah, I’m making excuses
“I have no idea what it is that gave you the, uh…. incentive to come up with something like this, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m all for it.” He shrugs, “Takes guts.”
He’s right. It does take guts.
And it’s not like I’m trying to back out entirely. It’s more of a… timing sort of situation.
How would it look if I’m confessing my feelings out of the blue after everything that’s happened in the last three weeks.
Do I feel more comfortable doing it? Considering I did say I would never bring it up until we got our kids back. Well… yes.
But that still doesn’t change the fact that I think
