they’d been talking about her broken dreams. She hadn’t prompted the discussion, he had. And whether or not he’d meant to sound critical, how she chose to live her life was none of his business. He’d lost that right the day he’d made love to her, then disappeared just hours later without a word. At least she hadn’t brought that up.
“Well, I gotta say, that’s not how I imagined embarking on my explanation,” he said with a faint smile.
The coffee had finished brewing.
She stood up, scanning the counter until she located her cup. She grabbed it and the carafe, relieved to see her hands weren’t shaking too badly. If she let him say his piece now, maybe he’d leave. Go back to wherever it was he’d come from. At the very least, she wouldn’t have to be looking over her shoulder all weekend. Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to let this conversation go on too long.
After they each had a steaming cup in front of them, she sat down. “An explanation?”
Parker nodded. “For leaving the way I did.”
Ginny calmly took a sip—then set the cup down. “You don’t owe me anything. It was a long time ago.”
“Doesn’t matter. I do owe you, and I need to get it off my chest. So, humor me?” He gave her that sexy smile she remembered all too well.
After he’d left, how many nights had she spent weeping over that bone-melting smile that had gotten her in trouble with him in the first place. And now it was making a mockery of her defenses. Darn him.
It just wasn’t fair. She wasn’t a naive eighteen-year-old anymore and she didn’t give a fig about making him feel better... “All right, go ahead.” She dragged her gaze away to look at the wall clock. Mostly, so she wouldn’t be dazzled by that stupid smile. “You have five minutes.”
“Thank you,” he said, his voice lowered. “I mean it.”
“Four minutes and fifty-six seconds.”
His deep, raspy chuckle was almost as bad as the smile. “First, I want you to know it wasn’t my decision to leave. I didn’t have a choice.”
That tactic wouldn’t work on her. Ginny believed everyone had choices. Sometimes they weren’t popular or easy, and the consequences could be life changing. She doubted anyone understood that concept better than she did.
“My dad used to work for the DEA,” Parker said, then paused to take a quick sip of his coffee.
“Wait. Not when you all lived here. He was an insurance investigator, right? Or was it a claims adjuster?”
“Neither. He’d been working undercover for a while by the time we moved to Temptation Bay. Meg probably told you the same story we were fed.”
“I wondered why he was gone so much,” Ginny said, mostly to herself. “Meg hated it.”
“We both did. Mom too. According to what she told me later, it wasn’t a problem at first. The assignments were low-level drug busts that kept him away for a week or two at the most. Then, as he became more involved tracking down an East Coast heroine distribution ring out of Florida, his boss kept sending him deeper into the organization. Usually for months at a time. At one point he was gone almost a year.”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “How was that possible? Didn’t you question where he was?”
“Of course, but my mom covered for him. Once she said he was away for job training. Another time he was supposed to have gone to Texas to investigate a case of fraud.” Parker shrugged. “We were young when it started and got used to the absences.”
“Not Meg,” Ginny said half to herself, her gaze straying toward the window. “It bothered her a lot.” Ginny thought back to the week before her friend had disappeared, when she’d begun her downward spiral. “Was that why your parents were getting a divorce?”
Parker looked taken aback. “There hadn’t been any talk of divorce. My mom would’ve mentioned it. Personally, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had left him,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
This time it was Ginny who was caught off guard. Mr. Nolan hadn’t just been Meg’s idol, he’d been Parker’s, as well. “About a week before Meg went missing she overheard your parents arguing. She told me your dad was having an affair and leaving for good.”
Parker’s brow furrowed. “I remember you telling me she’d heard them talking. It was the day before he left for Colombia. But I don’t think you mentioned anything about an affair.”
Holding her breath, Ginny shrugged. Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember what she’d told him and what she’d hidden at the time. “I can’t recall specifics.”
“No reason you should.” He let out a weary sigh. “Too bad he didn’t leave for good. It would’ve been better all the way around.”
Ginny hid behind her cup of coffee as pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. Studying the lines of tension bracketing Parker’s mouth, the hardness in his expression, she was still curious about his animosity toward his dad. Everything had happened so long ago but Parker looked as if he’d just awoken from the nightmare. “The night you and your mom disappeared...?”
Parker’s features eased. “The agency was afraid Dad’s cover had been blown, and that Meg’s disappearance had something to do with it.”
“You mean, they thought she’d been kidnapped?”
“Or worse. It was a while before we found out she’d just run away.”
Ginny knew there was a lot more to that story, but clearly Meg had elected not to share it with her family so neither would she. However, she still had questions. But did she dare ask? Getting him on his way was her top priority. Leaving the past in the past was her safest move. She didn’t need to slip up and say something that would raise questions she wasn’t prepared to answer. Ever.
“Ginny...” He leaned across the table and brushed his fingers over the back of her hand. “I didn’t want to leave like that. Without saying goodbye, or at least explaining what was going on. It happened so quickly, and my mom...she was a mess, and at that point I was all she had.”
Nodding, Ginny managed a smile. “You could’ve called me later...when things weren’t so crazy.” She shrugged a shoulder. “Just to tell me you were okay.”
“You’re absolutely right.”
“It doesn’t matter now. I don’t know why I said that.” Good grief. Couldn’t she listen to her own counsel? She moved her hand back and brushed the hair away from her face.
“Ginny, please...”
She stood rather abruptly. “I guess you’ll be taking off soon.” She didn’t offer him any more coffee and put her cup in the sink. “Oh, I should’ve asked...how’s your mom?”
“Happily remarried. Living in Idaho.” Parker got to his feet and must’ve noticed Ginny’s startled reaction. “The old man’s been dead for fourteen years.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ginny’s breath caught at the detached look
