Live-In Lover. Lyn Stone
on his face was a mixture of embarrassment and contrition, new for him.
He pulled the car over, put it in Park and turned to her. “Look, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. It’s just that you are a part of something I’ve never experienced, a way of life I’m not familiar with. You and the child and your mother have something…”
“A dysfunctional family? And that appeals to you?”
“Don’t,” he ordered. “Do not make fun of what you have together. You can’t know—”
“Oh, yes, I do know! My father left us when I was too young to remember him. Mama had to work and found so little time to spend with us, Ford and I were absolutely wild, the scourges of the neighborhood. And it wasn’t a very nice neighborhood, I can tell you! We fought the world and fought each other.”
“Sounds wonderful,” he said.
Molly shrugged. “Then I up and married the scum of the earth who got me pregnant and beat me silly. They thought that was my fault, and maybe it was. It’s a flaming wonder any of us even speak to each other.”
The sadness in his eyes stopped her ranting. “But you love one another,” he said quietly. “Don’t you?”
She scoffed at the question. “Well, yeah, but what’s so unusual about that? Your family has to love you. It’s not like they have a choice.”
Damien slowly shook his head. He remained silent as he turned away from her and started the car again.
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