Free Love Me by Diane Alberts Page A

and walked back to the house. A teenaged boy hovered in the doorway, watching them with his mouth twisted into a curve of sullen resentment. Brianna said something to the boy, shut the door, then stalked back down the path. Thomas felt sick. Why had he stayed, and let her boss him into sticking around?
    Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes alight. “I’ll have you know I’m not the type of woman who cheats on her husband.”
    He gave a harsh laugh. “Do you have some other explanation for the pictures? Divorcées don’t keep shrines to their exes. I’m divorced, and I’m fairly certain every picture of her I didn’t burn ended up down the garbage disposal.”
    She cocked her head. “When were you married?”
    “A while ago. As in, not right now. Ever wondered how that felt?”
    Her face fell. She dropped her fists to her sides. “Not really. You’re right. A divorcée wouldn’t still have pictures up. But I’m not divorced.”
    “That makes no sense. The only way you could be not married, but not divorced, is if…”
    Oh.
    Thomas, you idiot.
    “Is if he’s dead,” she finished. Her slim hands planted against his chest, shoving him gently backward. “He’s dead. If you’d let me finish, you’d have heard me. I have three kids, I’m a single mom, and my husband is dead. There. Happy?”
    Happy? He’d been an asshole to a woman who didn’t deserve it. He should just give up and walk away, but he couldn’t. Pride choked him—pride, and that damnable need that roused every time he looked at her.
    He swallowed hard. “No. I can’t say that makes me particularly happy. How long ago did he… When did he…?”
    “A few years ago. And I didn’t want to tell you right away.” She let out a tired, dry laugh. “I mean, who wants to date a single mom of three? It’s something you ease into after a few dates. Not right away. Not like this. But…we kind of skipped the date and hopped right into…”
    “More like out of our clothes. That’s what you meant when you said you don’t normally do this.”
    She nodded. No wonder. She had kids to care for, to protect. She wouldn’t want strange men around until she was sure her children would be safe with them, and it wouldn’t be fair to bring men into their lives who might only be a temporary presence when they’d already lost their father. And he was definitely a temporary presence.
    Then again, he wasn’t sure he was ready to even think about being a father figure, either.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, and gripped her shoulder gently. “I’m an idiot.”
    She smiled weakly. “No. You just bit off more than you could chew. At least now you’ve got your excuse.”
    “Excuse?”
    “You know. Why it wouldn’t work.” She wrapped her arms around herself. A defensive barrier—against him . “So you can walk away with a clean conscience now.”
    She had the future all figured out already—including his reaction to her news. With any other woman, she would have been right. But for some unknown reason, Brianna wasn’t just any woman. He couldn’t walk away from her so easily. She felt too damned good in his arms to let her go. “You think I’ll give up that easily?”
    “I saw the look on your face when you realized I have kids. It was the look of a man with his head in the noose. Let me tighten the rope for you and make it a little easier. I’m thirty-two and a single mom with a lot of baggage. Zach’s thirteen and miserable. Katelyn’s six and thinks she’s twenty. Cody is eight, lives in his own world, and thinks Transformers are real.”
    Thirteen? So she’d had her first when she was only nineteen?
    He never really envisioned himself with kids. Never even pictured a family of his own. And the idea of dating someone with kids had never even crossed his mind. He never would have considered getting involved with a woman who had children. Not because he didn’t like kids. He did.
    It was his own fucked-up mentality that kept him away. Did he