halfway normal life, I’d have kept searching for her till the day we died. But it’s still an open wound for you.” Eve could see his hand clench in the half darkness. “And it
hurts
me. I wish I’d known her. I wish she’d been our daughter. Then maybe you’d forgive me for doing this. Because I would have done the same thing if Bonnie had been mine. Do you believe me?”
“I believe . . . you believe it.”
Joe bent and rested his forehead on the bed only an inch from her hand, but not touching her. “I guess that’s all I can ask right now. The ball’s in your court, Eve.” He got to his feet and moved toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning. Try to sleep.”
Not likely. Every word he’d spoken had been like little knives, tearing her apart.
He
was tearing her apart. She was so full of anger and a bitter sense of betrayal, and yet she had wanted desperately to reach out and comfort him. It seemed impossible that those conflicting emotions could exist side by side.
How could she stand this?
Jesus, she wished she could cry.
Jane knocked, then opened the door. “Hi, do you want me to fix some breakfast?” Her gaze went to the suitcase on the bed. “Uh-oh.”
“It’s after eight. You’ve missed the school bus.”
“Joe said it was okay if I stayed home today. He told me to take care of you.” She came into the room. “Where are you going?”
“I’m glad you didn’t go.” Eve put a smock and pair of jeans into the suitcase. “I thought we’d go and spend a week or two with my mother. Why don’t you go pack a bag?”
“Can I take Toby?”
“Of course. Mom loves that silly mutt.” She threw tennis shoes and socks into the bag. “We’ll do all kinds of neat things. Maybe go to the zoo to see the new pandas. What do you think about that?”
Jane didn’t answer; Eve glanced at her inquiringly.
Jane moistened her lips. “I know what Joe did. I listened last night. He feels real bad about it, Eve.”
“I know.” Eve went to the bathroom and brought back her toothbrush and an armful of toiletries. “I know he does, Jane.”
“Are you going to come back?”
“I don’t know right now. I can’t seem to think. I have to put some space and time between us. It was a . . . terrible thing he did, Jane.” She closed the suitcase. “I know you love Joe, but I can’t look at him every day without—” She swallowed hard. “Why don’t you go get packed?”
Jane slowly shook her head. “I’m going to stay here.”
“What?”
She crossed the room and put her arms around Eve. “You said you needed to think. I’d only get in the way. If I were you, I’d want to just hide my head under a blanket and not see anyone or anything.” She stepped back. “And besides, Joe needs me. He needs me a lot.”
“And you think I don’t?”
“Not now. Maybe later.” Jane smiled. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you or don’t love you. You know that?”
“I know that.”
“Good.” Jane turned away. “I’ll fix you some breakfast before you leave. Bacon and eggs?”
“Fine.” Eve’s gaze followed Jane as she left the room. Jesus, the girl’s instincts were on target. Eve had felt guilty for wanting to run away and isolate herself from Joe and everything that reminded her of him. She had responsibilities, and Jane was one of them. But it seemed Jane had made her mind up, and Eve wasn’t included in that decision.
She was on her way to the closet to get another armful of clothes when the phone rang.
“Ms. Duncan, I’m sorry to trouble you,” Melton said when she picked up the phone. “But I felt bound to try one more time, since the task is so extremely urgent. I wonder if you’d reconsider your decision . . .”
“You won’t change your mind?” Joe asked. “I don’t like the idea of you traipsing off somewhere without my knowing more—” He stopped as he saw Eve’s expression. “Okay, it’s none of my business.” He frowned. “The
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