Kate opened her mouth but then closed it. Her eyes shifted, and she took a sip of her coffee. He waited, wondering if she’d find a way to ask what she had intended to or if she’d just change the subject. Whatever it was, he knew it might be painful, but he didn’t mind. Pain was a good thing right now. He needed to face it, to feel it, to live through it. She cleared her throat. “Were you afraid that Casey might start to think Cooper was his?”
There it was—his biggest fear verbalized. The idea that someone else might swoop in and take the one thing he had left away from him. While it had crossed the recesses of his mind many times before, no one had actually ever asked him the question before, and he’d joked about it lots of times, like the statement he’d just made, but this was the first
