“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice at first a whisper. I said it again. Louder. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
I couldn’t stop saying it because I was. The words I’d said, the accusations. I ached to go to them, but they wouldn’t want me. I’d thrown them under the tabloid bus and fled.
“That’s not what we want to hear, sugar.”
Gabe stood, pulled Ann Marie to her feet. She looked equally parts stunned by the sight of them and equally enthralled. It was obvious she knew nothing of their presence. As for Gabe, I knew he was in on this. Matt, too. “Let’s give them some space, doll.” She gave me a reassuring smile before her husband tugged her out of the room.
Colt and Micah came around the huge coffee table and sat on either side of me. I felt their heat, breathed in their scent, absorbed their
