“I do. I always wished you the best.” I’d just wanted that best to include me. But everything happened for a reason, and my reason was Brennan.
My smile appeared at that, easing the wariness that had overtaken me the second I registered who was calling.
“I didn’t deserve it.” He cleared his throat. “I know this is crazy, and I know you probably hoped you’d never hear from me again, but today, I held my baby girl in my arms, Cammie. I held her, and I looked at her, and she grabbed my finger, and I just—
"I realized something.”
When he fell silent, I knew it was because the emotional day had hit him hard. For a psychopath, Nyx could get in his feelings quickly.
“What did you realize?” I prompted.
“That if any guy treated her the way I treated you, I’d kill them.”
My mouth rounded at that. “What?”
“You heard me. I was a bastard to you, Cammie, an absolute cunt. I’m lucky that O’Donnelly hasn’t sent The Whistler after me, because I’d deserve that for what I put you through—”
“It wasn’t your fault that I loved you and you didn’t love me,” I rasped.
“No, but I could have been kinder about it. Instead, I just tossed you out like—” He sighed. “Cammie, I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
Lips trembling, I whispered, “I don’t know what to...”
“You don’t have to say anything," he told me as my voice waned, "You don’t even have to accept it. Just know that I mean it. I regret what I did to you.”
“Thank you.” There was nothing else I could say.
He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’d best get going. I have two boys as well, and it’s time for bed… Be happy, Cammie.”
“It’s Camille,” I blurted out.
“Can’t blame you. You never were made out to be a clubwhore, Camille. I’m glad you found your rightful place. Have a good life.”
“You too, Nyx.”
With that, he ended the call.
For a second, I stared blankly at the TV opposite my bed. Whatever his purpose might have been, I could never have imagined it'd be an apology.
And even though he didn’t mean anything to me anymore, even though my heart was so wrapped up in Brennan it was like it beat for him alone, his apology mattered. It wasn’t until he said sorry though that I registered how much.
The world was crazier than it had ever been, but life was war as Brennan had once told me, and we had to carry on. That was why, in a month’s time, we were renewing our vows. In St. Patrick’s. Just in time for my baby bump not to show through my wedding dress. A real wedding this time.
With the only thing that mattered in attendance—family.
Reaching up, I tugged on my bottom lip when my screen flashed on again. I cast it a look, and saw Brennan had sent me a text.
Bren:What are you doing, beautiful?
Me:Nothing much. :) How about you? Having fun?
Bren:Not really. Wish you were here.
I grinned.Me:You’ll be back tomorrow.
Bren:Don’t care. It was stupid to go away without you. Most of these fuckers are drooling over lap dancers, and there’s only one ass I want in my face.
Laughing, I didn’t even have it in me to be jealous, because I knew he meant it.