off the top of the Sears Tower before I got behind the wheel of a car drunk. I didn’t kill your parents.”
She blinked in shock at the sudden appearance of his anger. They’d tacitly agreed to stay away from the minefield of this topic in Chicago.
“I never said you did.”
“I lost my father in that crash, as well,” he said.
Her throat tightened. “I know that. Surely you know that.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to think except that you believe I’m guilty by association. I don’t know, because you’ve never really told me, have you? You walked away five weeks ago. You left when we were together and refused to speak to me for fifteen years. One night, we were on the verge of becoming lovers, and the next, we were separated by the news of the crash. Within days, you were gone and thousands of miles separated us, as well.”
“Marc, we were kids. I’d lost almost my entire world,” she moaned.
“You came back to Harbor Town. You must have had a reason.”
“I did have a reason,” Mari said. Her gaze deflected off his face. What would he think about The Family Center? Her fantasies about opening it never included having to tell Marc about her plans. What if he thought the project was odd…or worse, self-righteous on Mari’spart? He’d probably never understand how much she’d thought of him while making her plans…of the young man she’d loved and lost so many years ago.
She closed her eyes, trying to banish her chaotic thoughts. All she wanted at that moment was to escape this volatile situation with Marc.
“I didn’t come back to Harbor Town for you. And I don’t want to talk about the past with you, either, Marc.”
“Who do you want to talk about it with? Reyes? Is it okay to talk about things with him? Because you’re both victims, while I’m the son of the monster who robbed you of your parents?”
“Marc, don’t. Please.”
It pained her more than she could bear to see the raw hurt on his handsome face. A need arose in her to soothe his sadness, to somehow ease his anguish. The knowledge that she was powerless to do so caused the swelling, tight sensation to mount in her chest. She was stunned at how easily that old wound had opened when she saw his expression of disillusionment.
His expression suddenly shifted. He caressed her upper arms in a soothing motion. “Jesus. You’re shaking. I’m sorry—”
“What’s going on, Mari?”
Mari’s eyes widened at the sound of the hard voice behind them. She looked over Marc’s right shoulder and saw Eric standing there, looking furious. Marc twisted his chin around.
“Oh, look,” Marc muttered with subdued sarcasm. “If it isn’t the other victim, here to save Mari from the beast. What are you going to do, Reyes? Start a brawl with me in the parking lot?”
“Marc—” Mari called out warningly, sensing the volatility inherent to the moment.
“No, Kavanaugh. That’d be your M.O., if I recall correctly,” Eric replied.
She grabbed hold of Marc’s shoulders and tried to get him to face her when he turned toward Eric. “Marc—”
“I’m betting he never bothered to tell you about that. Did he, Mari?” Eric asked. “I know Ryan wanted to keep that story from you—how Kavanaugh clobbered your brother in the parking lot of the courthouse after the judge made his final decision about the lawsuit?” His upper lip curled in contempt, Eric glanced at Marc.
Marc closed his eyes in what appeared to be frustration and mounting anger. After a second, he met her stare. She read regret on his features.
“I thought Ryan would have told you,” he said, for her ears only. “I thought maybe that was part of the reason you avoided me all these years.”
Something about her expression must have told him the truth—that Ryan never had told his little sister about their fight.
“I was twenty-two years old at the time, Mari. It was a long time ago.”
Marc and Ryan used to be inseparable, the best of