Page 104 of Beautifully Broken Redemption

I nodded.

Cain sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “I lost it on Kennedy once.”

The admission came as a shock. I’d never even seen Cain look annoyed at his wife, let alone raise his voice to her.

“I let my baggage completely color how I saw something. My fuse blew. I kicked her out of my house, said things I’ll never be able to take back.”

My gut soured, the look on Anna’s face flashing in my mind. She’d been so hurt. “Is that what you think? That I’m a liar. A con artist. That I’m taking advantage of you?”Her words echoed in my mind.

“I take it from your silence that you might’ve done something similar.”

I gripped a throw pillow, letting my fingers sink into the downy material. “She misinterpreted something I said.”

“You hit a trigger you knew would hurt.”

Had I? Maybe somewhere in my subconscious, I had known the accusation I tossed at her would cut deep. Because what she had done had cut me. But instead of saying that, owning my hurt, I’d lashed out. “Shit.”

“You’re seeing it now.”

I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “I didn’t mean to.”

Cain met my gaze. “You and I, we carry heavy histories. Things that happened to us that we’ll never forget. When you let someone into that, show them some of that darkness, it makes us vulnerable.”

“And if someone crosses a line after we let them in…”

“We might not react in the best way.”

Understatement of the century. I pressed at that spot between my eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to make this right.”

“By going home and not stopping until you find a way. Nothing’s over until you give up.”

He was damn right about that. And I’d do every form of groveling necessary if it meant that I could make this right. “Can you give me a ride?”

Cain gave me a shit-eating grin and slapped me on the shoulder. “Of course.”

As we rose to head for the garage, the front door opened. Kennedy appeared. She strode over to me and smacked the back of my head. “What is wrong with you?”

“Shit,” Cain muttered.

My gaze went from Kennedy to Cain and back again. “What did I do?”

“Made Anna cry. And she never cries.”

Everything in me locked. “When was she crying?”

“Just now. I stopped by to give her some paperwork for Hope House. You were a real asshole to her, Mase. You need to fix that immediately. If I didn’t like you so dang much, I’d bar you from the house.”

Cain grinned at his wife. “You’d bar him from his own house?”

Her hands went to her waist. “Don’t underestimate me. And don’t annoy me right now. I’m so pissed at men and their idiocy, I’m tempted to make you sleep on the couch.”

He couldn’t hold in his chuckle. “There are like six guest rooms in this house.”

“Nope. The couch. So don’t mess with me right now.”

Cain crossed to his wife, giving her a long, slow kiss. “Never.”

She came away a little dazed. “Good. Now get Mase home so he can fix this.”

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