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he needed to ask after what Carlos found, but he had to ask.
    “Your dad loved fast cars, fast people, and fast highs, but he couldn’t keep up the pace.” Dell paused as if gathering his strength. “The day of the accident, we had a huge fight, and I told him I was never going back into business with him. I couldn’t take it anymore. If only I’d known what would have happened next.”
    The images from the accident whirled around in his head. “None of us knows that,” Gabe mumbled.
    “And ain’t that a damn shame.”
    Dread chilled Gabe’s blood.
    What in the hell had he done?
    The offer came—finally—when Keisha had already used up her last yes.
    The official e-mail from Epson and Callahan Interior Design had announced its presence in her e-mail inbox with an ordinary ping, like any other message. Her hand shook as she clicked the mouse to open it.
    Excited to offer … hit the ground running … start immediately … .
    Disappointment stung her eyes, and a strangled groan climbed over the lump in her throat to escape from between her lips. She’d made the right decision to stay in Salvation. She had. Abandoning her family in its time of need wasn’t how she worked, but that didn’t mean doing the right thing didn’t hurt like a bitch.
    “Damn, damn, damn,” she muttered under her breath.
    The noise caught her dad’s attention as he sat in her office and read through the financials. “What’s wrong, Baby Girl?”
    “Nothing.” Everything.
    Life was about choices. No one guaranteed they were easy. Or painless.
    Dell sat up straight, tossed the papers to the side of her desk, and considered her. He scrunched up his mouth until it looked like he’d just sucked a lemon.
    “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining,” he groused. “I know that look on your face. It’s the same one you had when you told us that no-good son of a bitch fiancé of yours had been cheating on you for the entirety of your engagement.”
    Keisha’s toes curled inside her wool socks, and she tucked her body as deep as possible into the cyan cushion on her chair back. “It’s not that bad.”
    “Uh-huh.” He crossed his arms until his forearms rested on his pot belly. Translation: bullshit. “Talk.”
    Her gaze bounced from the red silk mums in an antique milk glass jug to the crystal knobs on the storage cabinets to the built-in shelves stacked high with design books—anywhere but her dad’s all-too perceptive eyes. This was not a conversation she wanted to have, but just like she knew puce was the ugliest color ever, she knew her dad wasn’t going to leave her alone until she spilled everything. Dell had the gift.
    She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”
    He drummed his fingertips on his cane’s cushioned handle. “I’m gonna tell you now what I said when you cried on my shoulder about that idiot ex-fiance of yours.” He leaned forward. “Everything in the world that’s important to you is important to me, and if anything hurts you, I will make it bleed.”
    Yeah, he’d said that, but having to deliver that particular piece of shitty news to her parents hadn’t been the worst part of the night. Pushing past the pain and the fear she’d forever associate with that night at its aftermath, she forced a light tone into her voice. “Really? What I remember from that conversation was you storming off the front porch with your shotgun.”
    “Yeah.” He chuckled, but his cheeks flushed. “Who’d have thought a sudden stroke would save me from going to the pokey? God does work in mysterious ways.”
    Guilt twisted up her insides as she stared at the financial paperwork covered in red ink that lay spread across her desk.
    Keep your mouth shut, K. You can ’ t hurt him again.
    “Enough stalling. Fess up. Now.” His voice held just enough fatherly concern and don’t-fuck-with-me finality to make her ignore her inner warning.
    She considered her dad, who had raised her, loved her, and pushed her to