“What?” Bobbie frowned up at him surprised by the fury.
“You wish you had never what? Never went to Houston? Never ran into me? Never brought the kids into my life? What is Bobbie? What is you’re regretting?”
“Olivier!” she couldn’t understand the cold rage coming from him and she stared at him in confusion.
“Now’s the time. You said you wish you had never and then you took off running. Don’t leave me hanging!”
She moved to her knees, stared at him, and realized he had misinterpreted what she had only partially said aloud, “no, Olivier, no.” She reached for his hand, and he backed away from her. “Olivier, please,” she rose to her knees and reached for his hand again and pulled him forward.
“Just say what you’re thinking Bobbie. Do you want to leave is that it? This is all too much?
