“I’m on my way out, as you can see. Maybe later?”
“Please?” He walked around the car, opened the passenger door, and sat down.
“I’m on my way to meet someone.” Our son. I’m on my way to meet our son.
“Can it wait a few minutes?”
She shook her head. No, it can’t wait. I’m already twenty years late. “What do you want, Brett?”
He tentatively touched her hand. Sparks slid over her flesh. Always sparks, always with Brett. Never with anyone else.
“I want to apologize.”
Her heart jolted. “Apologize? You have nothing to apologize for. This was all me.”
His full lips quivered and he shook his head. “I was only thinking about myself. I didn’t think for a minute about what you went through. I wish I had been there for you. I wish you had told me.”
Kathryn gulped and nodded. “I wish I had, too. I did what I thought was best at the time for both of us. But I was wrong. You had a right to be involved in the decision, whether or not you loved me. I didn’t know you did.”
“I know. I should have told you.”
“It’s okay. We both made mistakes.”
He squeezed her hand. “And we’ll probably make more. One thing I know though. You’re the one I want to be with when I make them, if you’ll have me.”
Tears welled in her eyes. He still wanted her?
“I’ve waited twenty years for you, Kath. I don’t want to wait any longer.” He caught a tear on her cheek with his index finger.
“Oh, Brett.” She sniffed back her tears, her heart soaring toward the moon. She leaned toward him and brushed her lips over his. “Buckle up, then.”
He complied. “Where are we going?”
She smiled. “To meet our son.”