Parker was almost unrecognizable.
He stood back and watched Caitlin square her shoulders and approach the bed. Her face didnât reveal a flicker of emotion, but her eyes did. The pained look in them was unmistakable. Losing her father was affecting her more deeply than she was letting on. He knew she would have done anything to prevent that kind of loss. He continued to watch as she drew her hand across the bed, smoothing the wrinkles in the hospital blanket. She bent over the frail body and whispered, âDad. Dexâs here.â
Dex was suddenly filled with compassion when he could no longer retain his distant attitude. He was again confused by the betrayal of emotions he had held in check for so long. As if by some connective power, Caitlinâs pain became his. He was suddenly struck with a return of the urge to shield her from what she was going through. More than anything, she needed support. Support from family, friends or someone who cared, but right now she was all alone. All alone except for an ex-husband who wished more than anything he was someplace else.
With a heavy sigh, he leaned against the back of the closed hospital door and continued to stare at her. Could he somehow find it within himself to give her the support she desperately needed after what sheâd done to him? Could he put all his bitterness aside and reach out and give her someone to lean on? Forgiveness wasnât one of his strong points. His family had told him countless times that he could hold a grudge longer than anyone they knew.
âDad, did you hear me?â
Dex noticed the head of the frail body in the bed nod. Caitlin looked up at Dex, her dark eyes misty with tears, assessed his expression. Coming forward, he nodded his understanding. Looking down into the deathlike face, he watched as Halston Parkerâs eyes slowly fluttered open. For a brief second he stared up at the both of them, seemingly in tremendous painâboth physically and mentally.
âCaitlin. Dex. Youâre here,â Halston Parker whispered hoarsely, a weak smile touching his lips. âI have the two of you back together again.â
Caitlin could feel a sudden sharp chill in the air from her fatherâs words. âDad, Dex canât stay long,â she rushed in. âYou wanted to see him, and heâs here.â
Halston Parkerâs eyes shut for a moment. He reopened them and stared intently at Dex. âLegally, Caitlinâs still your wife.â
Caitlin stared at the deathlike face lying against the white pillow. âI donât understand what youâre saying, Dad. Dex and I arenât married. Donât you remember? I filed for a divorce a month after he left for Australia. The papers were sent to him and he signed them.â
Halston Parker nodded, oblivious to the tension in the room. âYeah, he signed them and your attorney got them back a couple of months later. But I told him youâd changed your mind about the divorce and not to file them with the courts. Iâve had them in my possession ever since. Theyâre in a trunk in the attic.â
Caitlinâs glance flew to Dex with her fatherâs revelation. His chin twitched. His eyes darkened. He gazed speechlessly down at her father. She could feel the anger radiating deep from within him. When he spoke, his voice, although low, conveyed blatantly all the anger he felt.
âYou had no right to do that, Mr. Parker. You had no right to interfere.â
Halston Parkerâs breathing became labored. âI did what I thought was best, under the circumstances.â
âThat doesnât make sense. You didnât approve of my marriage to your daughter. Why would you stop our divorce from becoming final?â
The older man tried responding, but couldnât. It was a brief moment later before he found the strength to speak. âIn the beginning, I was only thinking of myself. I didnât want to lose her. I