She nodded. “I get it, now, Shane. “I got hurt because my feelings for you were real; you got hurt because yours weren’t. Maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle? Start over?”
“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like that.”
“At first it was revenge, Shane. But after listening a while, I really did think Mr. Bridge was a bad guy. But you gotta believe me; I had no idea that Blakely was going to use the recordings in public. I didn’t know you’d have to come out. And when I heard what Mr. Bridge had to say… let’s just say I’m ashamed of myself and I’ve been working like hell to make it up to you both,” She dropped her head, “and to David.”
My heart ached; what we’d done—to him, to each other and to ourselves—could never be erased. Maybe that was its worth. “Do you really think that’s possible?”
“It’
