Chapter Twenty
Eean knocked on the door, refusing to acknowledge the ball of anxiety, regret, guilt and much more burgeoning in his throat.
Ann was right. It was time to set things right, not repeat vicious patterns.
No one responded, so he tried again.
Jack hadn’t been very cordial, had almost slammed the door in his face. It was hard to utter an apology. But this? He knew this would be much tougher.
More emotions involved. Stupid emotions. He hadn’t had a rendezvous with them for a long time.
The click of heels sounded through the door. She was on the other side.
Breath stuttered in his lungs and his heart pounded.
The moment she appeared in the doorframe, his eyes drank her in, remembering her lush hair, twinkling eyes, slender stature, and the laugh. But now he found none of th
