Silence stretched on for long minutes, but given how I’d just laid everything out, I expected him to be even more upset with me than he already was, so I let him have his time with his thoughts. He sounded worn out again when he finally spoke. “If you weren’t right, I wouldn’t let you speak to me that way.” He exhaled heavily and began speaking before he was done. “I always wondered what happened to you. My wife and I—well, we always thought it would be you.”
“Me?” I asked incredulously. “You were the one who made me promise to push her into enjoying a life away from me when she left for college. If you hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t have spent years without each other. She wouldn’t—” I cut myself off before I could say any more, but it was clear where I’d been going with that. If I hadn’t agreed to his conditions, Harlow probably would have never had to feel the pain Collin had inflicted.
“Yes, you,” he answered after a second. “We respected you, and the way you respected our daughter. If we hadn’t, we never would have let you fill her head with ideas of being together later in life. I never would’ve given you permission to . . . I guess it ended up not mattering. None of us had expected it when that day came and went, and suddenly Collin was there instead, but it was even more surprising when you never came back.”
My jaw clenched tight. I didn’t need to be reminded that I hadn’t fought for her.
“That, however,” her dad continued, his voice stern again, “does not mean that we would be okay with you two together now. Despite what is going on, my daughter is a married woman, and you would be wise to let her have her own space until all of this is worked out. She will need plenty of time to deal with what has happened, and then more to decide what she wants with you—if anything. Do you understand that, Mr. Alexander?”
His words were so similar to ones I’d heard before. Back then I’d smirked the entire way to the jeweler, because I’d known there was nothing keeping me from making Harlow mine in every way once she turned eighteen. I wasn’t smirking now.
I’d had a lot of women since losing Harlow—too many to count or even remember. All had been single, that was my only rule, until this afternoon with Harlow. Marriage, to me, was sacred. I knew that when I married I would marry for life; which is why I had only ever mentioned it to one girl—unless you counted joking with Grey to make Graham mad. And not only was Harlow married to a man who wasn’t me, but I wasn’t stopping us from being together, and I knew I wouldn’t continue to.
In my mind, she was mine. Collin had made a decision to break their vows the first time he’d hurt her, and Harlow had left him and their marriage emotionally at the same time since she couldn’t leave physically. But others wouldn’t see it that way.
“As I said, I will never talk to you about my romantic relationship with your daughter,” I responded, my voice assertive, but not defiant. I didn’t want to be in a position with Harlow that people questioned, but I also wouldn’t let them question us.
I could tell he was disappointed, but the slightest hint of respect was back in his voice. “Well then, I guess I’ll be speaking with you in the morning. Please watch over my daughter, and if anything . . .”
“I will let you know.” I finished for him when he couldn’t. “Safe travels, Mr. Evans.”
“Thank you, Knox,” he said softly before he hung up, and I knew it wasn’t for my parting well wishes.
I released a heavy breath, dropped my elbows onto my knees, and let my head hang. A million thoughts were rushing through my mind. Some about my past with Harlow . . . some about our future. A lot about Collin and what he was doing now—or if he even knew Harlow was alive yet. And the rest about Harlow’s family and if we did the right thing in having them fly out of the state.
A knock sounded on my bedroom door, and my head snapped up, but I didn’t move from my spot on the edge of the bed. I’d told Harlow I wasn’t going anywhere, and the edge of the bed already felt too far for me.
After a few seconds, the door slowly opened, and Graham popped his head in. When he saw me sitting there, he took a few careful steps in.
“Asleep?” he whispered, and I nodded. “She okay?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions, and don’t act like you give a shit.”
He seemed to deflate on himself, and crossed his arms over his chest to try to recover his original stance. “I do—we do,” he amended, then looked behind him and called for Deacon.
A second later, Deacon rounded the corner into my room, and I rolled my eyes at his wounded expression.