Thomas.
For a single suspended heartbeat the world narrowed to the space between the doorway and his face. He looked smaller, older — the kind of smaller that was made of bad decisions and sleepless nights. His mouth opened and closed like he was searching for the right apology, the right reason, the right anything.
“Delia.” He took a step forward, and the sound of his name in his voice landed like an accusation and a plea at the same time. Relief and fury coiled in her chest and refused to be separated.
She wanted to run to him and shake him until he remembered what he’d done. She wanted to throw herself against him and slap him. The two instincts warred into a knotted mess and left her standing rigid where she was.
Frank moved between them before either of them could bridge the dista
