Twin tears ran down her cheeks. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Nothing to say, Princess.” He wiped the moisture from her face before tucking some wayward curls behind her ear. “It was a long time ago.” With a deep, cleansing breath, he pointed to the small tattoo. “But, that’s why I got this. To help me remember.”
Brynnon leaned up and pressed her sweet lips to the small tattoo. “And that’s why you drew so many lines,” she whispered softly. “To protect your broken heart.”
A broken heart that, miraculously, was starting to heal. “I’ve never told anyone that story.”
This surprised her. “Not even Jake or Coop?”
“No one knows.”
Emotion filled her eyes and she kissed his chest again. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”
If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up trusting her with everything he had.You already do.
Knowing that was one line he wasn’t ready to cross, Grant pulled gently on her shoulders. “Come here.”
With a smile, she obeyed and for the next hour, he did everything he could to replace the bad memories floating in his head with some that were new. And hotter than hell.
****
Later that afternoon, Brynnon found herself walking aimlessly around the showroom floor looking at furniture she was never going to buy.
Following Grant’s emotional memory purge and an hour of toe-curling morning sex, she’d spent several hours locked away in her home office trying to catch up on some work. When the furniture store had called to let her know the bedroom set she’d ordered was ready to be picked up, Grant had offered to load it in his truck and drive them to the cabin.
After a quick session of overnight packing, she was now waiting alone while Grant and a couple of workers loaded everything into the back of his truck. She’d offered to help, but it had gotten noticeably colder, and she’d forgotten to grab her coat. Naturally, her overprotective guard had insisted she stay inside.
Out of the corner of her eye, Brynnon noticed a gorgeous, cherry wood baby crib. Her thoughts immediately turned to Grant and the loss he’d suffered. She still had a hard time imagining the pain he’d felt when he found out what his ex had done.
After he’d told her the story, she’d wanted to ask him whether he’d ever considered having children in the future. In the end, Brynnon had held back, fearing he would assume she was thinking that same future may include her. As much as she loved the idea, the last thing she wanted to do was to scare him off.
More thoughts of lost children had her mind turning to Charles Wright. Brynnon wondered if he’d heard from the private investigator and made a mental note to ask Grant if anyone on his team had found out anything more.
Brynnon was still lost in those swirling thoughts when a familiar voice rang out from behind her.
“I thought that was you.”
She turned around and forced a smile. “Lucas. What a coincidence.”
Her ex grinned. “I thought the same thing when I saw you. What brings you here?”
“Oh, I’m just waiting for them to load some furniture I ordered.”
“Same. You doing some redecorating or is it for staging your next property?”
“Neither, actually. It’s for my new place.”
His brow furrowed a bit. “You’re moving?”
“I am. I bought a cabin a few months ago, and I’ve been using my free time to fix it up.”
“A cabin? Sounds quaint.”
He’s still a pretentious bastard.“It is. The area’s pretty secluded so it’s quiet. Very peaceful.”
“That’ll be a big change from Dallas, for sure.”
“We’re done loading.” Grant said curtly as he approached them both.
