“Fine, just don’t do it here.”
Anywhere but here would work. He and Ali needed the space to focus on their relationship without the past hiding around every corner. And hopefully, when the time was right, Ali would realize she loved him back.
“Me leaving won’t change anything,” Bridget pointed out. “My dad will still be sick, Ali will still put family first, and I will always be your ex-wife.”
“I didn’t fall for her because she’s your sister, I fell for her because she’s Ali.”
“I know,” she said, her voice low. “But I also know that you live to make people happy, and the only way my family is going to be happy is if we finally have the time to heal.”
The earlier panic tightened until his head throbbed and his lungs burned, because the easiest way to shatter Ali’s world was if she learned her family was once again torn apart—because of him. Ali was loyal to a fault, and she would always protect her family.
Problem was, he’d come to think of her as his family.
“I’m not asking for a second chance, Hawk. I can see that isn’t a possibility now,” Bridget said. “But I am asking you to forgive me. And that means letting me come home.”