Teagan needed to get his emotions under wraps before he could say anything else.
“I didn’t realize you’d been married,” Gwen said, and her voice was soft and gentle, a clear invitation for him to keep talking.
“Once,” he said, his muscles releasing the slightest bit. “A long time ago. A very long time ago.” He wanted to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. He did neither but watched Gwen devour him with those clear, deep blue eyes.
“My daughter is twenty years old,” he said. “She lives in California near her mother. I was…I got all worked up over your age. And her age.” He did sigh then, collapsing back onto the couch. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned telling Gwen about Abby. He’d planned to take her to Last Course, a semi-fancy dessert restaurant on the island that only served the las
