A compulsive gambler? Gamblers were people with no self-control. Connor couldn’t possibly be a gambler. The man had anal retentive down to an art form. His whole life was an exercise in control. A gambler? No. No way. But the words had spilled from his own mouth. He’d confessed with a clear, steady voice, the way any recovering addict should. She shook her head, trying to clear away her confusion. “I—I don’t understand. I thought… But you said…” She considered smacking her forehead against the wall the same way Connor had, maybe until she was unconscious and didn’t have to deal with the revelation. “Come sit with me. I’ll try to explain.” After he led her to the bed he pulled her down on his lap. For the first time since she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion, Juliana allowed him to hold her. She leaned her head against his shoulder and surrendered. And it felt wonderful—wonderful enough she calmed down and could listen to his story. Then she’d forgive and help him.
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