CHAPTER 73
IT WAS NEARLY TEN BY the time Greg stood up from his spot on the couch.
Katrina stared up at him. “So we’re ok?”
He nodded. “Yeah. We’re ok.”
“You’re sure you’re not mad at me?”
“I’m just ...” He let out his breath. “I don’t know what I am. I’m glad you told me. And obviously I’m glad you stopped things when you did, but ...” Another sigh. “It’s still a lot to take in, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah.”
“But I don’t want you to feel guilty.”
“Too late for that.”
“Have you told anyone else?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know anyone who would understand.”
“Yeah, me either. But you know what? Nancy was saying the couple that owns that B&B, he’s a retired pastor and she’s a retired counselor, and they’re personal friends of hers. She said if there was ever anything either of
