“Darren is an idiot.”
For the second time in twenty minutes, she opened her mouth to respond only to shut it again. She suspected there was a lot more to his statement than appreciation for her love of football, and she didn’t quite know how to react to the implied compliment. The habit of responding to her ex’s subtle and sly ridicule with silence or acquiescence prevented her from accepting the praise. “I’m sure I’m just as responsible as he is for our marriage falling apart.”
“Do tell.”
“I can be pretty independent and stubborn at sometimes, and I made it clear that my photography business was mine. Sorry, but I’m just not one of those women who gives up her dreams when she gets married.”
“I repeat. Darren is an idiot.”
The startling gentleness she was beginning to understand was i
