Micah’s gaze sharpened on her, but her eyes only warmed in response. “Your feelings are hurt, too. Kat walked away from both of you.”
His chest ached. “Yeah,” he finally said.
“Give her time. She’s been through a lot.”
Right now, he didn’t give a shit what baggage Kat had in her past, though. She’d come along for the ride, knowing he was a Marine. Knowing he had a kid that was fragile. She hadn’t come into this relationship blind. There were risks, and if she wasn’t strong enough to face them, then he couldn’t afford to give her time, and hope she stuck if and when she decided to come back.
“How’s Ben?” he asked, changing the subject.
“He’s resting in his bedroom,” Clara said.
With a nod, Micah picked up the shears again. “I need to be alone. Can you stay with him awhile?”
“As long as you need.”
Which was exactly what Micah needed in his life. Someone with staying power. Someone who would be there for his family when they needed them. He’d hoped Kat was that kind of person, but he knew now that she wasn’t.
“Thanks. I’ve got a few more bushes to trim,” he said.