Cold Case Affair. Лорет Энн Уайт

      “No, Jett. You got the last word eleven years ago when you told me you hated me, and that I should never, ever come back.”

      His mouth flattened. “Muirinn—”

      She swung the door open. “Go, please.”

      And he stepped out into the storm-whipped darkness.

      She slammed the door shut behind him, flipping the lock with a sharp click. Then she slumped against the wood, allowing the hot tears to come as she listened to the tires of his truck crunching down the driveway.

      Jett stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows in his living room, rain writhing over the panes as he watched the yellow glow coming from the kitchen window of Gus’s house on the neighboring knoll.

      He spun around, pacing the floor. What was he supposed to do?

      Tell her?

      After all these years?

      No. He couldn’t. He’d done what he had for a reason—and Gus had helped him do it.

      He cursed viciously.

      Seeing her pregnant now, back here in Safe Harbor … the irony just made everything more complicated.

      Jett poured himself a whiskey in spite of the hour and took a long, hard swig, felt the burn in his chest. He exhaled slowly. He had no choice but to ride out this storm that was Muirinn O’Donnell. If she stayed true to form, she’d probably be gone within twelve months.

      He wondered again about the father of her baby; where he was, whether they were married. There was a chance that Muirinn’s husband would suddenly show up next door and join her. How in hell was he going to swallow that?

      At least Troy was away at summer camp for a few weeks, because he was the one person who stood to lose the most in this situation. And Jett did not want his boy to get hurt.

      He could not allow Muirinn to do that Troy.

      There was just no way he was going to tell his son that Muirinn O’Donnell was his mother—that ten years ago she’d simply given him away in a private adoption.

      He wasn’t going to tell Muirinn, either, that he’d named their son after her father out of some deep need to connect his boy to his mother’s side of the family.

      In retrospect, Jett recognized that he’d probably been trying to tie himself back to Muirinn in some subconscious way, hoping she’d come back.

      And now she was back.

      Living right next door. Another baby on the way. Another man somewhere in her life. And before too long, she’d surely be gone again.

      Right or wrong, the only way Jett could ever tell Muirinn the truth was if she somehow proved herself to him. She needed to show that she was worthy of her own son; that she’d stay, and not hurt Troy.

      As she’d once hurt him.