The evidence of tears—more tears than just from the restaurant, which meant she’d been crying on the way home—ravaged her delicate features. It was like being sucker punched and having no idea how to respond to the attack.
He was absolutely useless when she cried. He hated to see her unhappy and he’d move heaven and earth to fix whatever was making her unhappy.
But hell, apparently it was him who was making her unhappy. What the hell did he do about that? He was utterly baffled by Karla’s outburst. For one horrible moment he’d thought she was telling him she wanted a divorce.
He hadn’t been able to breathe for the terror gripping him. The thought of being without her? It didn’t bear thinking about.
“Come inside so we can talk, baby,” he said in a low voice that was almost pleading. Hel
