“They’ll want to know more. That’s a lot to ask of someone.”
“It was,” I concede. “But you only ask a lot of the people you’re close to;the people you trust; the people you love.”
Those silver eyes soften. “Do you regret saying yes?”
That’s a tough one, especially considering the baby I thought I was makingis not the one I ended up with. This baby won’t have Jared’s dark browneyes or Rose’s soft smattering of freckles. Instead, he might have the shapeof my face, lit up by the bright and penetrating silver eyes of the man sittingnext to me.
Somehow, I don’t hate that as much as I thought I would.
“I don’t regret saying yes to them. I just regret everything that happenedafter.”
He finishes the rest of his drink and gets up heavily. “Goodnight, Wren,” isall he
