She looked at him. “No, but…”
He tugged her to the sofa and made her sit down beside him. “Come on, Lindsey, maybe I can help.”
Brady might not love her, but she found she trusted him. She needed him to get through this. “Jack has leukemia.”
He cursed and pulled her to him. It was like the floodgates opened as she began to tell him the four-year story. She shed tears as he held her. She fell asleep with the sound of his words in her ear, “Don’t worry, Lindsey. It’s going to be all right.”
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