Chapter 6
As he waited for Abbey to get Granddaddy settled for the night, Kyle poked around the living room cabinets, hunting for the small-batch apple brandy they’d sometimes nipped from in high school. He figured they could both use something to take the edge off for this conversation.
The last thing he’d ever wanted to do was make her life harder. He’d known the press would follow up and be interested in her, but he’d underestimated how much and how fast they’d interfere. She’d looked so frazzled and tired when she got home. And it had only been a day. A part of him wondered if he should try to do as she’d asked and issue a retraction. He’d look like a fool at best, but in the grand scheme of things, what did that matter?
Still, a bigger part wanted to take this risk, make this pitch
