LOREN
He smiled at her when she took the obvious bait he’d been dangling, the sight less chilling than before and more anticipatory. While Loren hadn’t known Rexanna all that long, and he’d told her they were basically strangers, he knew a little bit about the blue-eyed woman and her life. Her lives, even, and those within and around them. Maybe not enough to wound her deeply, but enough to wound her such that she’d think twice about coming here again.
Without moving from where he stood, without uncrossing his arms, he spoke. ”Because I don’t think you’re very good at taking care of the friends and loved ones you already have these days. And I think you should work on that before you try to add anyone else to your life.” That wasn’t an accusation. If anything, his tone was more observational than anything else. His eyes, though, grew ever icier. And if she pressed him, he’d give her the reasons why. It might even help her.
Without moving from where he stood, without uncrossing his arms, he spoke. ”Because I don’t think you’re very good at taking care of the friends and loved ones you already have these days. And I think you should work on that before you try to add anyone else to your life.” That wasn’t an accusation. If anything, his tone was more observational than anything else. His eyes, though, grew ever icier. And if she pressed him, he’d give her the reasons why. It might even help her.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
