The Good Father. Tara Taylor Quinn

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      RATHER THAN HELPING, the glass of wine only made things worse. So Brett helped himself to a little more. Two was his limit whether he was driving or not, so the second was going to have to do the trick.

      Deaden the parts of him that had once been in love with this woman. At least long enough to get rid of her.

      Before she settled in.

      She was going to have to move back to wherever she’d come from. Or somewhere else. He’d pay whatever it took.

      There was no way the two of them could live in the same town without her getting hurt. He cared about her. She’d feel that. Start to expect things. Or, at the very least, want them. And he wouldn’t give them to her. Their pattern was clear.

      She wanted happily-ever-after.

      He wanted to be left alone.

      Because alone was better than doing to others as his father had done to their family. Brett wasn’t going to make the mistake his parents had made. They’d both grown up in abusive homes. They’d promised each other they wouldn’t carry the pattern with them. That promise had destroyed lives.

      He wasn’t going to pretend to himself, or to Ella, that he wasn’t damaged goods.

      Thoughts sped through his mind as he watched Ella pick up a piece of white Italian bread, dab a bit of grape jelly on it and top it with a piece of cheese. She liked jelly on crackers with apples, too.

      “How’s your mother?” Her gaze met his directly for the first time.

      And the impact nearly killed him. His heart slammed against his chest, and his mind went blank.

      “Same.” The one word was all he could give her.

      “She’s still handling all of your personal business? Including the house?”

      “Yes.”

      “And you still haven’t seen her?”

      “No.” He had a phantom personal assistant. She handled his mail, his charity work and the various individuals who helped take care of his home. Landscaper, cleaning service, pool service. She even had access to his personal calendar via Google. She left curt messages or sent two-and three-word emails.

      “Do you at least talk? Actually converse, I mean.”

      “No.”

      She glanced away.

      “She left a key to her place on my desk a couple years ago. I go in once a week to take care of anything that needs to be done.” She let him get her Christmas decorations out of the small attic in her garage. And he’d changed some lightbulbs in the cathedral ceiling once. Mostly he just visited with her phantom ghost. Sat on her couch and felt her presence.

      Ella’s shocked glance in his direction pierced him. “That’s great, Brett.” Her smile burned into him. “She’s softening!”

      “Not really. I threatened to hire someone to take her place.”

      He sipped his wine, frowning at his ex-wife. He didn’t blame Ella for scrambling for conversation. He blamed her for moving to Santa Raquel.

      And filled his mouth with bread before he actually blurted out his frustration.

      “I need your help, Brett.”

      “Why did you move here?” His gaze was piercing. It had to be.

      “I’m a pediatric nurse, and Santa Raquel Children’s Hospital is slated to be the best in the state. With all of the new positions to fill, I was offered the chance to be a charge nurse...”

      In another lifetime that would have been reason enough to move.

      He held her captive with a look and didn’t relent.

      “I have to prove to myself that I’m completely over you. That living near you doesn’t matter to me. Personally.”

      He sat back. Took another sip of wine. Thought about the hard alcohol he refused to touch. About how his father had used it to numb his pain. And then brought pain to his loved ones.

      “I’m happy, Brett,” she said. “I’ve built a good life for myself, and I like where I am.”

      Brett nodded, wanting to tell her how glad he was to hear those words. But he wasn’t sure he believed them.

      “But Chloe, you remember her?”

      As if he’d forget being the best man in her brother’s wedding. Or forget the woman who’d once been like a sister to him. Clenching his fingers around the stem of his wineglass, he acknowledged her remark with a small nod.

      “Well, Chloe has been getting on me to start dating again. I keep telling her I’m happy being single, but she keeps trying to hook me up.”

      Was she trying to make him jealous? Because it wasn’t working. He would have loved nothing more than to see Ella happily married.

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