Page 70 of Her Athlete's Wedding Secret

He opened the bottle and filled their glasses. “It’s a little early for alcohol,” Tessa teased him.

“Just go with it,” he said.

Her phone rang. “It’s my dad. Do you mind if I take this? He rarely calls me.”

“Go ahead,” Benson said.

She took a seat on the living room sectional. “Hi, Dad. How are you?” Her face clouded over. “What’s wrong?”

Benson considered what to do. He wasn’t sure if she would want comfort or space. He finally decided to take a seat on the couch next to Tessa. He took her hand and squeezed it. He wanted her to know that he was there for her if she needed him.

Tessa ended the call and looked up at Benson.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“No. My mom tried to take her life while we were on our honeymoon.”

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