Page 231 of Enthrall Shadows
I lifted my chin. “Right.”
I only hoped Henry hadn’t shared my profession with her.
She brightened. “I’m sorry you and I didn’t have more time together.”
“He once loved you, Reese.”
She bristled.
I hid my surprise that she might believe they had a chance of rekindling their romance—after everything she’d put him through.
“When do you head back to Florida?” I asked.
“It was going to be later today, but we’ve been invited to the Cole Gala on Saturday. We’ll stay another week.”
Henry hadn’t mentioned it to me—because lovers were kept in the dark.
“I need to stay in town a little longer anyway,” she said. “Help him sort out the details with saving the preserve.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
“Has his mother taken you aside and had ‘the chat’ yet?”
There’d been no private moment with his mom because we weren’t there yet.
She leaned in as though to whisper. “Me running my father’s kabob shop wasn’t going to cut it for his mom.”
“Did she tell you that?”
Reese nodded. “At a tea party in their New York home, before I took off for Chile. Victoria took me aside and asked me what I hoped to achieve in the future. My dad was there, too. He answered for me. Told her I’d be kept busy running the family business. You should have seen her face. The thought of her daughter-in-law running a kabob shop. My dad seemed to enjoy ruining the evening for me. He could be like that.”
Reese had inherited his cruel side.
“I’m sure Henry would have reassured them,” I said.
“He would have tried.”
“Had you not disappeared?”
“We all make mistakes.” She assessed me with her cool blue gaze. “Bet you’ve made a few.”
I couldn’t hold back. “Are you really hoping to reconcile?”
“Some things are inevitable.”
I tried to find the words, but remained speechless.
She glanced over at Lilly. “It’ll be good to have someone watch over her while she’s at UCLA.”
Her way of saying she’d have more reasons to visit.
Reese fiddled with her bracelet, a beautiful collection of charms dangling off a silver chain—one of them a heart.
She glanced at it. “Henry gave me this.”
I swallowed hard, trying not to react. It was the kind of gift you gave someone when you were in love.
Oh, God.
