He’d treated her like shit. He’d sat around Kate’s kitchen drinking coffee for two days in virtual silence with his sister sidling around him as though he wasn’t there. Ops were all set up, and he was practically ready to go. Any day now. He didn’t know what to do. He’d hurt her. Hell, he must have hurt her. She’d just told him she loved him, and his heart had frozen solid. She’d put the fear of God into him. He’d fooled himself all along if he’d thought he wasn’t going to hurt her. Why the hell hadn’t he taken notice of the warnings he’d been given, from Jack, her brothers? He’d carried on, ignorant of what they were telling him, or oblivious. He’d wanted her, so he’d taken her without a thought. He had to go back. Make it right with her before he left. Apologize. Perhaps he’d take her some flowers. She’d said no one ever bought her flowers. He sighed as he watched Kate wipe Gemma’s little rosebud mouth with a white cloth as the baby sat in her high chair.
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