Especially in that moment. Ressa Bliss was kneeling in the doorway, one arm draped around his son, and the sight of the two of them was like a punch straight to the solar plexus. As he stood there, Clayton blinked and seemed to focus on Ressa. “Miss Ressa?” “Yeah. What’s wrong, sugar?” she asked. He just shook his head, and threw his arms around her neck, clinging to her. “Clayton.” Clayton wordlessly shook his head. The image of his son, clinging to Ressa, imprinted itself on his memory, an afterimage that lingered even when he paused and closed his eyes for a span of a few seconds to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. When he opened his eyes, she was still there and she’d shifted her attention from Clayton to him. She lowered her lashes and then looked back at him, and when she did, the surprise was replaced by the sort of pleasant blankness he’d expect from a stranger.
What do You think about Busted (Barnes Brothers #3)?
