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Ms. Lorraine Conover, age forty-six, a sales clerk at Macy’s with no criminal record.
Sometimes there are no second chances at happiness. Sometimes, merely being content with your life is enough.
Because dads who left their families never kept any of the promises they made. They didn’t want visits. They didn’t want to be reminded of the kids they’d abandoned. They wanted to forget they even existed.
“She’s still shook up about that last miscarriage, isn’t she?” Charlie said. “She took it pretty hard. We both did.” “That happened a year ago, Jack.” “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.” “I know, I know. But you’re both still young. You’ve got plenty of time to have kids.
And an image floated into his mind. A woman with tawny eyes, her windblown hair streaked with sunlight.
“Because feeling uncomfortable is what a college education is all about—being exposed to disturbing aspects of human experience. We’re talking about twentysomething adults who are exposed to a lot worse in the daily news. I’m not going to infantilize them.”
And thinking: Thank you, Taryn.
“No, it doesn’t. But if what you propose is what actually happened, that would mean . . .” “This wasn’t a suicide,” says Frankie.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered. “That was everything I dreamed it would be.” He didn’t answer. He simply lay beside her in silence, thinking that he had just lost something precious. And he would never get it back.
He grabbed her hands as though to stop her, but she could feel he was already hard and ready for her. It took only a few strokes to make him surrender. With a groan, he shoved her toward the sofa, spun her around, and took her from behind.
But he did not love her, and he’d never suggested they had a future together. He would never leave Maggie for her. And he was determined to tell her this point-blank the next time they were alone. He had led them both astray, and he was the one who would take full responsibility.
She beamed. “Are you ready to be called Daddy?” He stared at her, not certain he’d actually heard what she’d said. “Oh God. Really? Really?”
But Taryn was the one her husband lusted after.
She could be insane. She could be dangerous. This much he did know: if she wanted to, she could destroy him.
“I’m the one who loved her.” He thumped his chest. “I was the only one. Not you and not Liam. Not even her own father.” “Cody, I did not kill her. I wasn’t anywhere near her place when she died. I was home in bed.” “Nobody else wanted her dead, only you. Nobody else had a reason.” “What about you, Cody? Didn’t you have a reason?” “What?” “You loved her, but did she ever love you?”

