He’d just finished the sandwich when she joined him at the table and dropped two more cookies on his plate. “You read my mind,” he said lightly.
“Men seem to love sweets.”
And sweet women like Kari. Damn the way she pulled at him. He shouldn’t get involved. Couldn’t.
She nibbled on a broken cookie. Then her blue eyes swept up. “Tell me about your wife’s death, Dan. How did the accident happen?” she asked softly.
His stomach clenched as the food inside turned to a hard lump. “She skidded off a road into a tree.”
Kari tilted her head. Asking more questions would be like deliberately poking at his pain. Horribly rude.
Yet he reminded her of her sister. When Hannah’s baby had been stillborn, everyone said she was handling it, only she wouldn’t talk to anyone. But Hannah normally shared e
