“I think it’s time you and I had that talk,” Rick said, taking hold of her elbow to steer her down the hall and away from their daughters’ bedroom.
“Let’s go downstairs, then,” Sadie said, pulling free of his grip. Yes, he had a right to be angry, but she wasn’t going to be bullied. Not by anyone. Never again.
She walked ahead of him, head held high, and took the stairs at a brisk clip. Once downstairs, she turned and walked into the family living room. “Have a seat. I’m going to ask Hannah for some iced tea. Do you want anything?”
“Just answers.”
“You’ll get them.” He wouldn’t like them, she thought as she walked through the house to the kitchen. But she couldn’t help that. What was done was done and they’d just have to go forward from here.
In the cavernous kitchen, Hannah was sitting at a table with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies. “Miss Sadie. Did you want something?”
“Just some iced tea please, Hannah. And some of those cookies if you’ve got extra.”
Hannah grinned. “With those two little angels in the house? I always have spare cookies. You just go on out to the front room. I’ll bring it along.”
Sadie turned for the door, then stopped as Hannah asked, “Is your friend still here? Would he like some as well?”
“Yes, thanks Hannah. Tea for both of us.” As she walked back to the living room, Sadie told herself giving Rick something cold to drink, whether he wanted it or not, might just help cool him off.
Back in the living room, she found him standing at the bank of windows overlooking the front lawn. The pink flamingos looked so silly, she almost smiled. Until Rick turned to give her a glare that could have brought snow to Dallas.
“Start talking,” he said thickly, tossing his hat to the nearest chair.
“It’s a long story.”
“Cut to the part where you give birth to my children and don’t bother to tell me.”
“Rick, it’s just not that simple.”
“Sure it is. Lies aren’t complicated. It’s living with them that makes things tough.” He shoved both hands into his jeans pockets. “Though you’ve managed to do it just fine for nearly three years.”
Sunlight streamed into the room and lay across glossy wood floors. Scatter rugs dropped splotches of color in the room and the oversize sofas and chairs gave a cozy feel in spite of the chill she was feeling from Rick. This had always been her favorite room in her family’s home. Though now, she had the feeling she would never again walk into it without seeing Rick’s accusatory stare.
Sighing, she bent to the baby monitor sitting on a side table and turned up the volume. Then she walked to him and stopped in a patch of sunlight, hoping the warmth would ease some of the cold she was feeling. Rick stood his ground, as immovable as a mountain. He was tall and broad and, right now, he looked like fury personified. His brown eyes flashed with banked anger and his shoulders were so stiff, she could have bounced a quarter off the tendons in his neck.
“You should have told me,” he said flatly.
“I wanted to.”
“Easy enough to say now.”
“Nothing about this is easy, Rick,” she countered and wrapped her arms around her middle. She took a deep breath and then continued. “You weren’t here, remember? You left the day after we—”
“—made twins?” he finished for her.
“Yeah.” Sadie had thought about this moment so many times, she’d even practiced what she would say.
How she would explain. And now that the moment was here, her mind was a total blank.
“By the time I found out I was pregnant, you were in a war zone.”
“You could have written,” he argued. “My mother had my address. She knew how to get in touch with me.”
“I know.” Sadie rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “I went to see your mom, actually.”
“You what?” He looked stunned.
“When I knew I was pregnant, I went to talk to your mother and—”
“Here we are,” Hannah announced as she pushed a rolling cart carrying a pitcher of tea, two glasses filled with ice and a blue-and-white plate full of cookies.
She settled the cart in front of one of the matching sofas, then smiled at the two of them. “You just help yourselves, and don’t mind the cart when you’re finished, Miss Sadie. I’ll come back to collect it later.”
“Thank you, Hannah.” Desperate for something to do, Sadie hurried to the cart and poured tea into both glasses. “Sure you don’t want any?”
“No, thanks. And stop being so damn polite.” He walked closer and waited for her to take a sip of her tea. “Why did you go see my mother?”
Sadie set the glass down, sorry now she’d had any. The cold she felt was deeper now, thanks to the icy tea sliding through her system. Looking into Rick’s eyes didn’t warm her any, either.
Sighing a little, she slumped onto the sofa and leaned back into the cushions. “Because I thought she had the right to know that I was pregnant with her grandchildren.”
“She knew?” Those two words sounded as if they had been strangled from his throat. Rick shook his head and she knew he was even more shocked than he had been before. “My mother knew you were pregnant and even she didn’t tell me?”
“We talked about it,” Sadie said, turning toward him as he dropped onto the sofa beside her. “We both decided that it wouldn’t be right to give you something else to worry about while you were on the battlefield.”
He laughed and the short, sharp sound was brittle. “You decided. Between the two of you, you decided to keep this from me.” Rick shook his head. “I don’t believe any of this.”
Sadie reached out and laid one hand on his arm. When he glared at her, she pulled back. “Don’t you get it? Your mother was terrified for your safety. She’d already lost your father and the thought of losing you to war was killing her.”
His jaw worked as though he was actually biting back words that were struggling to get out.
“She didn’t want you distracted. Neither did I,” Sadie said. “If you had known, you might have been less focused on what you needed to do.”
“I had the right to know.”
“We were trying to protect you.”
He laughed again and this time Sadie actually winced at the sound.
“That’s great. You and my mom protect me by hiding my kids from me. Thanks.”
His features were hard and tight, his eyes still flashing with the anger she knew must be pumping thick and rich inside him.
“I know you’re mad,” she said.
“There’s an understatement.”
“But I still think we did the right thing,” she told him.
“Yeah?” He turned on the sofa to glare at her. “Well, you didn’t. You should have told me. She should have told me.”
“We were going to tell you,” Sadie argued, “when you came home on leave. But—”
“—Mom died in that car wreck and instead of coming home for her funeral, I took R&R in Hawaii. I couldn’t face