shirt.
He chuckled awkwardly and fixed the buttons before looking at her. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention when I dressed this morning.”
She kept her smile. “That’s understandable.”
He sighed heavily and seemed to relax, as he sank back into the cushions of the couch. “Well,” he began, “what do you want to know?”
“Tell me what brought you to see me.”
“There’s nothing exciting to tell.” His gaze shifted from her to the floor, then back to her.
“Oh, I’m sure there is,” she said then added, “please. I want to help you, and I won’t be able to unless I know what’s going on.”
He took a deep breath. “I met Lanie three years ago. We were the perfect couple, I thought. She had a good job, I had a good job, and we were both very successful.” He tapped his fingers on the brown couch. “We started living with each other shortly afterwards, and I thought we’d make it. She was busy with her career, and so was I.”
Jordan’s heart wrenched from the pain laced in his voice. “What is your line of work, Brock?”
He finally locked his gaze with hers. Though dulled with despair, the deep emerald hue of his eyes was beautiful.
“Construction.”
She nodded.
“Anyway, like I said, I thought our life together was going good. Sure, I came home late a few times, and some weekends I was too exhausted to do anything, but that’s normal, right?” He paused, as if waiting for an answer. “I think it would’ve been different if I had noticed a change in her attitude, but I didn’t.”
He adjusted himself on the couch, glancing down at floor. After several seconds passed, he cleared his throat. “Then a week ago I came home early from work and saw a strange car in my driveway.” His chest moved with deep breaths, and his Adam’s apple jumped twice. “I had a bad feeling. I walked into the house. The place was quiet. I crept upstairs to the bedroom, and that’s when I caught Lanie cheating on me.” His voice broke and he looked away. “I never saw it coming.”
“Did you actually see what was happening?”
“No.” He frowned. “I only heard.”
Brock Hamill intrigued her. Underneath his pitiful appearance, she sensed a different man. He might be a little more challenging, but she’d work with him to build his self-esteem. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to help him.
“Brock, tell me about your love life. Do you and Lanie spend quality time together?”
He ran his hands through his messy hair and shook his head. “Not a lot.”
“How about before…in the beginning?”
“Yeah, in the beginning.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
He raised his eyes to her. A touch of anger lit them.
“In the beginning, we couldn’t get enough of each other. The sun rose and set on her. I wanted to spend every waking moment with her, but after a while, she just lost interest in me. I would have done anything for her—given her anything she asked for.”
Jordan didn’t exactly enjoy memories popping up of her and Kenneth when they first started dating. She knew exactly how Brock felt, because that’s how she felt. “Did you tell Lanie about your feelings?”
“Yes, and at first, she acted like she wanted to work on our relationship, but then gradually, she found other interests. She met new friends and wanted to hang out with them instead of her own boyfriend.”
Jordan couldn’t believe how much his story fit with hers and Kenneth’s love life. Scary…
She pushed away those memories and concentrated harder on Brock. Adjusting on her seat, she crossed one leg over the other. His gaze snapped to her legs, then quickly dropped to the floor. His large, dark, tanned hands gripped his knees. They appeared incredibly strong. Of course, he worked in construction.
“Then all we did was argue about her friends, so I quit taking her out,” he continued. “Soon, I started working more hours, and she complained about how much I slept when I was home. The arguments
He chuckled awkwardly and fixed the buttons before looking at her. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention when I dressed this morning.”
She kept her smile. “That’s understandable.”
He sighed heavily and seemed to relax, as he sank back into the cushions of the couch. “Well,” he began, “what do you want to know?”
“Tell me what brought you to see me.”
“There’s nothing exciting to tell.” His gaze shifted from her to the floor, then back to her.
“Oh, I’m sure there is,” she said then added, “please. I want to help you, and I won’t be able to unless I know what’s going on.”
He took a deep breath. “I met Lanie three years ago. We were the perfect couple, I thought. She had a good job, I had a good job, and we were both very successful.” He tapped his fingers on the brown couch. “We started living with each other shortly afterwards, and I thought we’d make it. She was busy with her career, and so was I.”
Jordan’s heart wrenched from the pain laced in his voice. “What is your line of work, Brock?”
He finally locked his gaze with hers. Though dulled with despair, the deep emerald hue of his eyes was beautiful.
“Construction.”
She nodded.
“Anyway, like I said, I thought our life together was going good. Sure, I came home late a few times, and some weekends I was too exhausted to do anything, but that’s normal, right?” He paused, as if waiting for an answer. “I think it would’ve been different if I had noticed a change in her attitude, but I didn’t.”
He adjusted himself on the couch, glancing down at floor. After several seconds passed, he cleared his throat. “Then a week ago I came home early from work and saw a strange car in my driveway.” His chest moved with deep breaths, and his Adam’s apple jumped twice. “I had a bad feeling. I walked into the house. The place was quiet. I crept upstairs to the bedroom, and that’s when I caught Lanie cheating on me.” His voice broke and he looked away. “I never saw it coming.”
“Did you actually see what was happening?”
“No.” He frowned. “I only heard.”
Brock Hamill intrigued her. Underneath his pitiful appearance, she sensed a different man. He might be a little more challenging, but she’d work with him to build his self-esteem. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to help him.
“Brock, tell me about your love life. Do you and Lanie spend quality time together?”
He ran his hands through his messy hair and shook his head. “Not a lot.”
“How about before…in the beginning?”
“Yeah, in the beginning.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
He raised his eyes to her. A touch of anger lit them.
“In the beginning, we couldn’t get enough of each other. The sun rose and set on her. I wanted to spend every waking moment with her, but after a while, she just lost interest in me. I would have done anything for her—given her anything she asked for.”
Jordan didn’t exactly enjoy memories popping up of her and Kenneth when they first started dating. She knew exactly how Brock felt, because that’s how she felt. “Did you tell Lanie about your feelings?”
“Yes, and at first, she acted like she wanted to work on our relationship, but then gradually, she found other interests. She met new friends and wanted to hang out with them instead of her own boyfriend.”
Jordan couldn’t believe how much his story fit with hers and Kenneth’s love life. Scary…
She pushed away those memories and concentrated harder on Brock. Adjusting on her seat, she crossed one leg over the other. His gaze snapped to her legs, then quickly dropped to the floor. His large, dark, tanned hands gripped his knees. They appeared incredibly strong. Of course, he worked in construction.
“Then all we did was argue about her friends, so I quit taking her out,” he continued. “Soon, I started working more hours, and she complained about how much I slept when I was home. The arguments
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