But Wolfe couldn’t forgive what she’d done. And he had to know the truth. To see if there was a part of her worth their time.
Tears filled her eyes. “I would never . . . could never . . . I loved him.”
“Loved him? Or love him?”
She blinked. “I don’t think you ever stop loving the love of your life.”
He leaned forward, staring at her fiercely. “Then why?”
“I broke up with him because I loved him.”
“That makes no fucking sense. Make sense damn it,” he snarled.
“I was keeping him safe.”
“From who? Who was threatening him?” She still wasn’t making sense and it was frustrating the hell out of him.
She wiped at her cheeks. Her nose was running. Her cheeks blotchy. She wasn’t a pretty crier.
Unable to take it any longer, he reached for some tissues and held them out to her, resisting the urge to clean her up himself. She didn’t deserve his care. It was something a Daddy might do. Wolfe wasn’t her Daddy.
Wolfe wasn’t entirely sure he could be anyone’s Daddy.
Although he liked the idea of making rules. Things he could enforce. Maybe he would be too controlling. He could definitely be a bastard. But he had Caleb and Aleki to ensure he didn’t take things too far.
But rules. Consequen
ces. Yes, he could get into that. Aleki and Caleb could take care of their Little’s emotions. Her feelings. Aleki could indulge. Caleb could support. He could discipline.
It seemed a perfect arrangement in many ways.
For him, it meant he didn’t have to worry that he was emotionally detached. That he might hurt any woman they took as theirs.
What if Aleki and Caleb wanted Genevieve? Could he live with that? Could he put the past behind them?
Maybe.
She closed her eyes with a grimace.
“You’ll give yourself a headache.”
“Too late,” she whispered.
“I’ll call the doctor.” He stood.
Her eyes shot open. “For a headache?”
“It’s hurting you, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes. But I don’t want to be a bother.”
He stared down at her curiously. He didn’t think the daughter of one of the richest, most powerful men in the state would concern herself with being a bother.
“It’s his job.”
“Yes, but . . . it’s fine. It will go away soon.”
He shook his head and reached over to grab the buzzer, pressing down on it. The doctor and nurse were employed to care for her and only her.