look—because, yeah, he hadn’t wanted to watch her face while he’d said it—he saw that her mouth was hanging open, her hand on her chest.
Maybe he should have eased into it a bit more gently.
“Oh, Ian.”
Her soft whisper hung between them. She probably needed a minute to process it. After all, it had been two years and he was only now able to talk about it.
“I never...” She huffed out a breath that sounded like equal parts disbelief and indignation. “You don’t need to tell me anything else. I shouldn’t have pushed. But, damn, that was a shitty thing to do.”
Maybe it was because he hadn’t talked about it for so long, but despite her assurance that he didn’t have to say anything, he wanted to explain. “Yeah, well, to give them credit, everybody tried their damnedest to keep it from happening. Taylor even moved to get away from Carter.”
“It was Carter?” Her laugh was short and laced with relief. “Oh, jeez. I knew you had gone to Hank’s wedding, and for a minute there, I thought—”
“Good God, Darce. I’m no martyr.”
“Thank heaven for that. So, she moved?”
“Right. He knew she was leaving, and he agreed. Everybody thought they were doing the right thing, splitting up, trying to keep it from ripping the family apart, but then Moxie put things together. From what I hear, she practically had to push Carter onto the plane herself.”
“Wait a minute. They betrayed you, and then your own grandmother— Holy crap.”
Everyone in his family had been a wreck. After all, no matter how it played out, one brother was going to end up hurt. But Darcy was the first one focused solely on him. Hearing the indignation in her voice, seeing the way her usually fluid movements were now tight and choppy—well, it was more of a comfort than he would have expected.
“Moxie was right. Not that I was a big fan of the idea when it happened, but... She said it would be worse if Carter and Taylor tried to pretend nothing had happened. Something about resentments building up.” He shrugged. “It hurt like hell, but she had a point. Once the truth was out we knew what we were dealing with.”
“Well, it must have helped to know that it couldn’t possibly get any crappier.”
“Yeah, there was that.”
She leaned back, arms crossed, watching him. “So if Taylor moved and Carter went after her, why are you living in Stratford now instead of in Comeback Cove, where you could have had the support of your family? How did you end up being the sacrificial lamb?”
“Breathe. It was my idea.”
“So much for your ‘I’m no martyr’ line.” She sat up straighter, eyes flashing. “That sucks. As does your family for letting you go.”
She wasn’t saying anything that he hadn’t thought to himself at some point. Funny, though, how much different it felt coming from her.
“Carter and Taylor said they would leave, but remember, we all worked in the family business. I had to think of what was best for Northstar Dairy, too. I had already been gone for almost a year. Everyone was used to that. It made sense for me to be the one to move. Plus,” he added, just to prove he was no candidate for sainthood, “Comeback Cove is a small town. My choices were to stay and be stared at or let them stay and, well—”
“Be the hottest gossip in decades?”
“That’s about it.”
“Good for you.”
“I’m not sure that I should be congratulated for it,” he said. “But it seemed like the best choice at the time.”
“So you decided to move, and you picked Stratford.”
“More like Helene told Moxie about you needing a tenant, and it was far enough from home that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew, and I was up for anything that didn’t require me to do a whole lot of thinking.”
“And here I thought you chose it because you wanted to walk the streets where Justin Bieber grew up.”
Ah, the Sass Queen was back.
“So,” she said after a moment. “That explains why you
Maybe he should have eased into it a bit more gently.
“Oh, Ian.”
Her soft whisper hung between them. She probably needed a minute to process it. After all, it had been two years and he was only now able to talk about it.
“I never...” She huffed out a breath that sounded like equal parts disbelief and indignation. “You don’t need to tell me anything else. I shouldn’t have pushed. But, damn, that was a shitty thing to do.”
Maybe it was because he hadn’t talked about it for so long, but despite her assurance that he didn’t have to say anything, he wanted to explain. “Yeah, well, to give them credit, everybody tried their damnedest to keep it from happening. Taylor even moved to get away from Carter.”
“It was Carter?” Her laugh was short and laced with relief. “Oh, jeez. I knew you had gone to Hank’s wedding, and for a minute there, I thought—”
“Good God, Darce. I’m no martyr.”
“Thank heaven for that. So, she moved?”
“Right. He knew she was leaving, and he agreed. Everybody thought they were doing the right thing, splitting up, trying to keep it from ripping the family apart, but then Moxie put things together. From what I hear, she practically had to push Carter onto the plane herself.”
“Wait a minute. They betrayed you, and then your own grandmother— Holy crap.”
Everyone in his family had been a wreck. After all, no matter how it played out, one brother was going to end up hurt. But Darcy was the first one focused solely on him. Hearing the indignation in her voice, seeing the way her usually fluid movements were now tight and choppy—well, it was more of a comfort than he would have expected.
“Moxie was right. Not that I was a big fan of the idea when it happened, but... She said it would be worse if Carter and Taylor tried to pretend nothing had happened. Something about resentments building up.” He shrugged. “It hurt like hell, but she had a point. Once the truth was out we knew what we were dealing with.”
“Well, it must have helped to know that it couldn’t possibly get any crappier.”
“Yeah, there was that.”
She leaned back, arms crossed, watching him. “So if Taylor moved and Carter went after her, why are you living in Stratford now instead of in Comeback Cove, where you could have had the support of your family? How did you end up being the sacrificial lamb?”
“Breathe. It was my idea.”
“So much for your ‘I’m no martyr’ line.” She sat up straighter, eyes flashing. “That sucks. As does your family for letting you go.”
She wasn’t saying anything that he hadn’t thought to himself at some point. Funny, though, how much different it felt coming from her.
“Carter and Taylor said they would leave, but remember, we all worked in the family business. I had to think of what was best for Northstar Dairy, too. I had already been gone for almost a year. Everyone was used to that. It made sense for me to be the one to move. Plus,” he added, just to prove he was no candidate for sainthood, “Comeback Cove is a small town. My choices were to stay and be stared at or let them stay and, well—”
“Be the hottest gossip in decades?”
“That’s about it.”
“Good for you.”
“I’m not sure that I should be congratulated for it,” he said. “But it seemed like the best choice at the time.”
“So you decided to move, and you picked Stratford.”
“More like Helene told Moxie about you needing a tenant, and it was far enough from home that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew, and I was up for anything that didn’t require me to do a whole lot of thinking.”
“And here I thought you chose it because you wanted to walk the streets where Justin Bieber grew up.”
Ah, the Sass Queen was back.
“So,” she said after a moment. “That explains why you
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