“Do you remember what you said to me when I was having doubts about Jase?” Breeasked.
Denise pursed her lips and sipped her wine. “I’m sure it was something sage and wise and nothing I want repeated back tome.”
“Too bad. You told me to give it a chance. That some things are worth fightingfor.”
“Yeah, well. Those who can’t do, impart words ofwisdom.”
Bree rolled her eyes. “You can do and you should. If Eddie and Chris’s job weren’t a factor, would you want to give it ashot?”
Would she? He was smart and funny and sexy as hell. He appeared to appreciate her sarcasm. She felt more like her, the old her, than she had in years when he was around. The tiny ember of hope she kept locked up tight flared to life around him, as if he were a drop of fuel on a dying fire. Just enough for it to feed the flames and burn away thedarkness.
“Yes.” She wanted to give it—them—achance.
“Then give it ashot.”
“Just that easy?” She remembered what she’d said toBree.
So did Bree. “Nothing worth fighting for is evereasy.”
But could it be? Maybe once they got through the situation with Eddie. “There’smore.”
“Well, it’s too early to know you’re pregnant, so it can’t bethat.”
“Sweet baby—” She covered her eyes. “Why would you even put that out in theuniverse?”
“Justsaying.”
Denise dropped her hand. “Eddie made an appearance at the rescuetoday.”
“What the fuck? You didn’t lead withthat?”
“You were the one who wanted all the dirty details about my sexlife.”
Bree shook her head. “Whatever.” She leaned forward. “Where did you stash the body?” shewhispered.
Denise closed the gap. “I didn’t killhim.”
“Why not?” she asked in a normalvoice.
Denise leaned back. “Video cameras and witnesses for one. For another, it’s kind of hard to be K-Squared’s guardian if I’m injail.”
A tiny growl of frustration escaped Bree as she leaned back against the armrest of thecouch.
Denise recounted Eddie’s appearance and threats, as well as the need for more cameras around thebarn.
“Make the call tomorrow. Ask them to do a rush install.” She rubbed a finger across her bottom lip. “You know who you shouldcall?”
Denise nodded. “I already calledhim.”
Bree’s eyebrows shot up. “Youdid?”
“Nobody’s getting near my kids, Bree. Even if it means I have to call in a favor fromGraham.”
“Gotit.”
Denise checked her watch. “Why don’t you go say goodnight to them? It’s been way more than thirty minutes and it’s a schoolnight.”
Bree grinned. “Who’d’ve thought you’d be worried about schoolnights?”
