Free Driftwood Cottage by Sherryl Woods Page A

projects.”
    He hesitated, then said, “I suppose I have no right to say this, but I’m proud of you, Heather. Clearly you’re excited about this and have a vision to make it succeed.”
    Heather was pleased by his approval. “Keep your fingers crossed that it goes well, or I’ll wind up back in a classroom.”
    She was half-joking, but Connor apparently took her seriously.
    “Would that be so awful? The schools around here won’t be as tough as the ones in Baltimore,” he said. “It would be a whole different experience. Don’t you have regrets about wasting your college degree?”
    “Not really,” she said candidly. “I never felt about teaching the way I do when I walk in here every morning, knowing this business is mine. Connor, I doubt you can imagine what that’s like, to discover something you’re passionate about and turn it into a career. I never imagined that my love of quilting could be anything more than a hobby, yet here I am.”
    He frowned. “You don’t think I understand that kind of passion? It’s exactly how I feel about law.”
    Heather regarded him with skepticism. “I’m not a hundred percent certain about that.”
    “Meaning?”
    “To be honest, I’ve always thought you liked law as a way to get even, not as a way to ensure justice.”
    He looked taken aback by the comment. “You don’t think much of me, do you?”
    She saw the hurt in his eyes and regretted being so candid. “Oh, Connor, it’s not that. I love you. That’s why it’s so hard to see what you’re doing to yourself with the kind of cases you take. I know it sounds dramatic, but I almost feel as if you’re selling your soul.”
    “The cases I take—and win, by the way—will get me a partnership in a very prestigious law firm, which means you and our son will never want for anything,” he responded defensively.
    “I appreciate that you want to support little Mick, but we could get by on less. I’d rather have you truly happy.”
    “You could ensure that if you’d just come home,” he said, then waved off the remark before she could respond. “Never mind.” He regarded her with resignation. “I know that’s not happening, not now that you’ve apparently made a new life for yourself here.”
    He looked for an instant as if he wanted to say more, maybe even to plead his case once again. Heather waited, wondering if he was about to take a step closer and kiss her the way he might have done a few months ago. His kisses, always intoxicating, always persuasive, never failed to move her.
    But the joy and contentment she found in his arms was fleeting. Once her feet touched down on solid ground again, she had to face the same reality. She and Connor were as close as they would ever be. They couldn’t grow together as married couples did.
    Instead of reaching for her now, though, he backed away. He shoved his hands in his pockets as if he feared making a move that would be rebuffed.
    “I suppose I should get on the road,” he said. “I have some case files I need to go through tonight.”
    “More divorces, of course,” she said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted the bitter, judgmental tone of them.
    As she’d expected, his expression immediately turned defensive again. “Of course. That’s the kind of law I do.”
    “And you’re very good at it,” she admitted. “Your clients are lucky to have you. I just think it’s sad to be surrounded by people who are so miserable and embittered.”
    He held her gaze, tried to make his case. “Heather, don’t you get it? People who are going through a tough time emotionally need to have someone in their corner they can count on to protect their interests.”
    “Of course I get that,” she said. “But it’s as hard on you as it is on them. Every time you get caught up in their stories, you become more and more disillusioned about marriage.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said impatiently. “I’m the objective outsider,