Juliana said on a rush. “But there’s a complication. She’s also pregnant.” She gave Andre an appealing look. “You can’t tell anyone, not even Dirk, that you know. Bree has told people about the pregnancy, but she doesn’t know Dirk told me about the cancer. He told me in confidence. I’m trusting you because—” “So that is it,” he said softly, interrupting her, and Juliana knew he’d made the connection between this information and all the seemingly intimate exchanges he’d witnessed between Dirk and her. “Why could you not tell me this before?” There was a strained note in his voice—not harsh, not accusing, more like...hurt. Hurt she hadn’t trusted him enough to confide in him. And surprising to her, hurt and regretful he hadn’t trusted her, either. He got up and walked over to one of the bookcases that lined the room, running his fingers blindly over the bindings. “I owe you an apology, little one,” he said with his back still turned to her, his voice very deep.
