Now there was a second offense. And there were feelings involved. This wasn’t just an “oh shit, what did we do?” anymore. For that matter, asking forgiveness was one thing, but asking for a blessing to continue? Another thing entirely. Maybe one step at a time, Deanna thought on her way to Kristina’s the night after her “conversation” with Nick in his office. Discuss what happened. Settle that. Then talk about the future. When her sister opened the door, Deanna didn’t have to ask if time had healed any of Kristina’s wounds. There was no less ice in her expression tonight than there was in the hotel hallway where they’d argued after Kristina found out what happened on the beach. “What do you want?” she demanded. “I want to talk,” Deanna said. “And if I don’t?” Never in her life had Deanna been more tempted to get down on her knees and beg, but she just said, “Kristina, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.” Her sister glared at her for a long, silent moment.
