Kane had seen it all–Cynthia rushing into the emergency room, the nurse’s flippant reply, and Cynthia's meltdown.
It had caught him completely off-guard. She was supposed to hate him. So, why was she crying as if her entire world was crashing? She put up such a tough act, acting like he was the person she hated the most in the world.
Who would cry like that for someone they hated? She could say whatever she wanted, but seeing her like that clarified something for him. She cared about him. All these years later, even after everything that had happened, she cared about him.
“You care about me, don't you?” he asked softly, hitting the iron while it was hot.
She glared at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You wish.”
Somehow, her fierce look made him smile. Nobody could
