He wouldn’t be doing that if she’d had the chance to tell him what she wanted to tell him last night. Now who’s a coward? she scolds herself as she pulls a red sweater over her white blouse and zips her feet into a pair of warm boots. It hadn’t taken much for Jake to sidetrack her efforts to bare her soul last night. All he had to do was offer to take her out to dinner, and she dropped the whole plan. As they drove over to Marrana’s, she toyed with the idea of continuing the conversation over dinner and even momentarily convinced herself that it wasn’t as big a deal as she’d made it out to be. As Noreen had pointed out, Jake isn’t likely to walk out of their marriage over something that had happened fourteen years ago . . . Is he? Wasn’t Noreen the one who’d acted as though Rowan might as well sew on a scarlet letter back when she first confessed to having kissed Rick?
