"No, Rollo. You're not thinking straight. You're upset because you nearly saw me burn to death." Brianna winced, since that sounded more brutal than she'd planned. "You know what I mean."
"I do, but you're wrong." That set, determined, steel-eyed look on Rollo's face hadn't shifted. The entire drive to the clinic, she'd watched the muscles flex in his jaw, his knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. At the clinic, he'd insisted on carrying her through the door like a child. She didn't mind any of that. It felt good and honestly, her legs were so wobbly she didn't know if she could have walked under her own power.
But now she was back home in her own bed and he was talking about ruining his life.
"You can't just resign from your family. It doesn't work that way."
"No, but I can sign ove
