Moonlight in Paris. Pamela Hearon

      His escape wasn’t quick enough to keep him from catching the hurt look in Tara’s eyes—the same look that was reflected in his son’s eyes when he met them.

      “Now, how about some dinner?” Garrett clapped his hands together in a fake show of enthusiasm.

      Dylan shrugged, looking like lead weights were attached to his shoulder. “I’m not very hungry.”

      Garrett’s gut twisted at the words.

      But they also told him without a doubt he’d done the right thing.