It was Tyler.
And no amount of talking was going to change that.
* * *
“SHE’S ASLEEP. FINALLY.” Looking wiped out, Tyler sprawled on the sofa and closed his eyes. “What a day.”
“You’ve been up there for hours. What were you talking about?”
“Everything. Her feelings. Janet. You.”
“Me?”
“She finally talked about the kids who have been bothering her at school. Finding out that Janet was the one who bullied you seemed to unlock something. It all came tumbling out.” He opened his eyes, blinking like someone who had walked out of darkness. “I’ve never felt so helpless. I wanted to drive down to the school and sort it out, but she doesn’t want me to do anything, which puts me in an impossible position. If I ignore her wishes, I lose her trust. I won’t risk that, but nor can I let this carry on.” He was silent for a moment. “I hate it when she cries. It feels as if someone is twisting a knife in my gut.”
“She was crying?” Brenna was on her feet, as stressed as he was. “Should I go up and check on her?”
“No. She wore herself out. She’s asleep on Luna. I left the door open a crack in case she wakes again.”
“You let the dogs in the bedroom?”
“If you’re going to lecture me on consistency in parenting, save your breath. And it was only Luna. I banished Ash. I was worried he’d wake her up.”
“I’m the last person to lecture anyone. I think you’re doing a great job.”
“Yeah?” His voice was loaded with self-derision. “If I’m doing such a great job, why do I have a kid upstairs who cried herself to sleep?”
“That has nothing to do with you.”
“Yes, it does. First Janet and now the bullies. I’m the reason they’re targeting her.”
“Kids can always find a reason if they want one. Red hair. Glasses. Nerd. Tomboy.” Brenna paced across the living room. The lights of the Christmas tree were reflected in the huge window, the festive cheer a cruel contrast to the emotions in the room.
“That was Janet’s excuse?” His voice was rough. “She called you a tomboy?”
“We’re not talking about me.”
“So let’s. Let’s talk about you. It’s a conversation that’s long overdue. Come here.” His voice was soft, and when she glanced across at him, her body heated as she saw the look in his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“If you don’t come here right now, I’ll come and get you. Your choice.”
“Jess might wake up.”
“I know. I’m not suggesting Christmas tree sex. Just a hug. I need one even if you don’t. Come and sit with me.”
She did, and instantly felt better as he pulled her into the protective circle of his arms. She snuggled against him, needing his strength. “I feel terrible for Jess.”
“Don’t. It was my fault she overheard. I should have been more careful.”
“That wasn’t what I meant. I can’t believe Janet left her husband and baby at home and came here because she found out I’d moved in. It’s been years.”
“I want you to tell me about it, but not if it’s going to make you feel worse. I’ve made enough women cry today.”
“What do you want to know?”
He pushed her hair back from her face, his hand gentle. “When did it start?”