I sprang up and rested my cheek on his shoulder, trying to hold back the tears. “You’re getting married?”
“Yes.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Me too.”
“When?”
“December. Andrea loves Christmas trees so she wants that as the setting. You and Cam are invited, of course.”
“Everyone’s settling down.”
“Just as it should be.”
I pulled back to look at him. “I shouldn’t have gotten in Helete’s car.”
“Don’t. Everything is fine now.”
“I’ll never forgive myself.” My gaze roamed toward the door. “I never asked you how Winston is doing.”
“Silly mutt still misses you.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“He does. He’s always sniffing around the garden looking for the treats you used to hide for him.”
“It was a good time between us wasn’t it?”
“The best, Mia.”
“I’ll always care for you, Richard.”
“Mia—” He looked sincere. “You saved my life. You know that, don’t you? You came to me at a time when all felt lost. I’ll always be grateful for that. Now it’s my turn to look out for you.”
“I’ll always be here for you and Andrea.”
He looked at me as though I were fragile. “No matter what happened to you…no matter what was done, Cameron will always love you to the end of the world and back.”
“You want to know if Chastain raped me?” My voice sounded faint.
“Did he?” he asked softly.
My gaze shot to Cameron in the doorway, pain reflected in his gaze.
Richard rose and gave Cameron a look of sympathy. He left us alone at last.
Cameron came in and shut the door behind him. “Are you tired?”
“A little.”
He looked concerned as he came closer. “I’m going to have a forensic team waiting when we land. So it’s best I don’t touch you.”
“Richard touched me.”
He gestured to the drink. “Take a sip.”
I reached for the glass and swallowed some of the liquor. It burned my throat, but warmed my body and soothed my mind.