Mick’s name chilled Heaven to the bone, like she had jinxed herself with the worst future. She’d spent most of her time trying to forget what little memories he’d left her. He’d already stolen the important ones of her and Dylan.
Nutcase.
She focused on Dylan’s hands as they folded over hers in her lap. His knee kept brushing hers as he jiggled his leg against the mattress. She didn’t look in his eyes. His pain reverberated in their connection. Anger and guilt pounded through him. She should have told him about Mick months ago, but after what happened with Zeke, he had enough to deal with. Informing him she’d had a prior stalker would have made matters worse.
“I’m sorry,” she began.
“Don’t.” The heat of his hand curled around hers. “I should apologize to you. I’m such a failure.”
His
