“I understand. Believe me. Every now and then things happen in a man’s life that make him want to tuck tail and run. When Maggie died…well, you remember how much of a mess I was.”
Fenn nodded, recalling all too well that when Jim’s wife had passed, things had started to fall apart. He’d been eighteen by then and every urge to be a reckless kid had perished with Maggie. Seeing Jim and his four-year-old daughter so lost and alone had damn near broken his heart. It was then that he’d vowed never to let another bad thing happen to the family that had taken him in.
“We were all a mess.” Fenn took a sip of his coffee. He liked it bitter and burning. Woke him up best that way.
“Look at us now. Callie’s a grown woman and you’re a fine man. A man with a family. I get that you’re confused, but do
