There he floundered a little.
When she’d left, he had kept the house they had lived in together, and she had stayed with her brother for a couple of weeks before finding her own house to rent. Fin had never been here, so he didn't know where to go.
“Family room and kitchen are down the back,” she said.
Fin gave a brisk nod, then began to lead her down there. Chloe didn't think she was going to make it. She hurt all over; her heartworst of all. What had happened today was way too close for comfort to what had happened seven months ago.
Right now, the physical pain was dwarfing the emotional pain, but she knew that wouldn’t last indefinitely.
Sooner or later the pain that was steadily building up inside her was going to come bursting out.
She was a little afraid of what would happen when it did.
Sucking her bottom lip in, she tried to keep her focus on just putting one foot in front of the other. She didn't remember hurting this badly after the last car accident. Although that was probably because she’d had bigger problems at the time than her own discomfort.
A pitiful moan very nearly slipped out despite her efforts to hold it back. She didn't want to worry Fin more than he already was.
While she hadn’t known that he still cared, it was nice to know that he did, and she didn't want to take advantage. Chloe was sure he was struggling with memories of the day their son died just as she was. Maybe she should have insisted on calling her brother to come and get her.
Had her house grown since she’d left it to go to work this morning?
It didn't usually take this long to walk from the front door down to the family room.
Fin muttered something under his breath, and then the next thing she knew her feet were being lifted off the floor, and she was being carried through the house. She fought against it, but instinct had her arm curling around his shoulders and her head nestling against his neck.
This wasn't a good idea.
She didn't know where Fin stood yet.
She couldn’t allow herself to start dreaming about a fairy tale ending for them.
If nothing else, they had dated, and she had been the mother of his child. It made sense that he cared about her, might always care about her, and still have lingering feelings.
But thatdidn'tmean he had changed his mind from what he’d told her last night.
He might still want nothing to do with her.
He might still be furiously angry with her, but his concern had temporarily pushed it aside.
She couldn’t let herself hope until she knew for sure where Fin stood and what he wanted.
“You should have just asked me to help you,” he said as he set her down on the sofa.
“I thought I could make it.” Chloe searched his eyes, trying to find in them the answers she sought.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” She tried to shrug but quickly realized that was a bad idea.
“How’s your vision? Blurry? Seeing double?”
“It’s fine.”
“Still dizzy?”
“A little.”
“Nauseous?”