you want some of this? I saved you some.’
Kate eyed him thoughtfully. ‘No, I loathe it, thanks, you have it. What was her name?’
‘Megan Phillips. Who was that, by the way, who let me in?’
‘Jess Carmichael. She’s a counsellor. She heard I was here and she’s been working late so she popped in. I saw her for a while after my lumpectomy. She was lovely. Really kind to me. She gave me a lot of support when I needed it the most.’
He felt a little stab of pain to accompany the familiar guilt. ‘I’m glad.’
Kate met his eyes, her own holding that particular brand of gentle reproach that she reserved for him. ‘I could have done with your support then, too, Nick.’
He looked away, swamped with regret, but what could he have done? ‘You had Rob,’ he reminded her.
‘That didn’t exclude you.’
Oh, it did. ‘I didn’t want to get in the way,’ he said. ‘He seemed genuinely decent, very fond of you—I thought you might stand a chance of happiness, a future for you and Jeremiah with a man you loved. A man who could love you back. I didn’t want to get in the way of that.’
‘You wouldn’t have done,’ she reasoned, remembering how it had felt when he’d kept his distance—Nick, the only man she’d ever really loved, keeping her at arm’s length when all she’d really wanted was for him to hold her and tell her it would be all right. Tell her that if it wouldn’t, he’d be there for their son. ‘You wouldn’t have been in the way,’ she told him, realising, even as she said it, that of course he would have been.
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