He smiled sort of sadly. “Thank Kitty.”
“She encouraged you to tell me you’d been to counseling?”
He looked down into his glass. “Something like that.”
There were so many questions spinning in my mind. Like why did they go to counseling? What decisions didn’t Colette agree with after Amelia’s accident? But I wasn’t sure how long Merrick’s openness might last, so I chose to ask the question I’d been most curious about, just in case it was the only question he answered.
“I hope you don’t mind me being nosy, but could I ask how Amelia died? What kind of an accident was it?”
Merrick rubbed the back of his neck. “She died after a plane crash. She was taking lessons to get her small-craft pilot’s license.”
“Oh my God. That’s awful. You weren’t with her, were you?”
He finished off his second glass of wine and was quiet for a long moment before setting the glass on the table and shaking his head. “No, I wasn’t with her. The other guy she was sleeping with was.”