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Jackson, half-smiling, turned to answer, but froze at the sight of the pictures in her hand. An array of emotions contorted his face, making Emalea regret the question.

Returning the pictures to the table, she went into the kitchen, immediately noticing his white-knuckle grip. Tread carefully, she cautioned herself. This might be a subject that makes him angry.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Of course you did. But it’s okay. They died, back in Chicago two years ago, car accident.”

“I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know.”

He was quiet and she thought the conversation had ended.

“It should never have happened. It was my fault.”

The words were spoken so softly Emalea wasn’t sure if she’d actually heard them. If she considered what he said through the filter of her own past, she would run out the door. But she didn’t. She realized she desperately wanted Jackson not to be like other men she’d known.