“Because I don’t believe there’s anything you can do to help my wife,” he said, biting off the words. “I think…what you’re all about is a…a crock of bull. Sorry. But that’s what I think.”
She looked unoffended by his words. “I’m not a quack, Liam,” she said. “Not a charlatan. The truth is, sometimes I can help, and sometimes I can’t. Often, the help doesn’t come in the form we expect it to.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean, that sometimes getting well,
“Then what the hell is the point of it?”
Carlynn Shire stood up and rested her hands on the table, leaning toward him. “Do you love Joelle, Liam?”
He felt his jaw tighten at the intrusiveness of the question. “That really isn’t any of your business.”
She didn’t respond, but didn’t let him loose of her gaze, either.
“It doesn’t matter if I do,” he said.
“Do me a favor, Liam,” she said, sitting down again. “Describe Joelle to me.”
“You already seem to know her very well,” he said.
“I want to hear
He sighed. Why was he giving this woman so much control over him?
“She’s very capable,” he said. “Compassionate. Caring. Ethical.”
“Moral?”
“Yes, absolutely. And so am I,” he insisted. “We didn’t plan this to happen, Mrs…. Dr…. Shire. We didn’t mean it to happen.” God, that sounded trite.
“I know,” she said. “Go on.”
He sighed again, giving in. “She’s nurturing.” He could see Joelle, back in the days when their friendship had been close and warm, sitting across the cafeteria table from him. She’d looked girlish, with that long thick dark hair and heavy bangs above her brown eyes. “Very cute,” he said. “And open.
“
“Leave?” He frowned. “You mean, leave Silas Memorial?”
“No, leave Monterey,” she said. “Leave her life here. Have the baby someplace else so you would never have to be burdened by it.”
He frowned. “I can’t believe she would leave without telling me about…”
“I believe,” she said gently, “that you’ve treated her like an evil person. Like someone you need to avoid.”
He started to object, but she was right, wasn’t she? If he avoided Joelle, he could avoid temptation and never have to face his own weakness.
“Do you have any idea how much she loves you?” Carlynn asked him.
He stared at her, uncomfortable with her questions and with how much she seemed to know about his relationship with Joelle.
“She loves you so much that she came to me, hoping that, somehow, she could give you your wife back. Despite how desperately she wants you for herself. Despite the fact that she’s pregnant with your child.”
His throat tightened, and he stood up quickly to rid himself of the emotion. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned against the wall.
“What am I supposed to do?” he asked. “
“You’re alive, dear.” There was sympathy in Carlynn’s eyes as she rose to her feet. “You’re alive, and Joelle is alive.”
“And so is Mara. So is my son!”
“What pain you carry.” Carlynn Shire shook her head sadly as she moved past him to open the conference-room door. “Think about something, Liam,” she said before stepping into the hallway. “Think about how much harder it is to carry that pain alone than it was when you shared it with Joelle.”
JOELLE OPENED HER EYES, THEN SHUT THEM AGAIN. HER EYELIDS were too heavy, the lights too glaring. The surgery was over and she was in the recovery room; she remembered that much. Rebecca had told her that a few minutes ago. Or maybe a few hours. She wasn’t sure. Her baby was all right, Rebecca had said, also telling her that she had an incision in her right side, but Joelle was unaware of any pain. Just a dragging tiredness and some nausea that made her want to lie very, very still.
Rebecca had said something about monitoring the baby’s heart rate with a Doppler, making sure she didn’t have contractions brought on by the surgery. She remembered the doctor standing next to the bed, delivering all this information to her. But something was different now, and it took her a minute to realize that the curtains were pulled around her bed, and that she wasn’t alone. Slowly, she turned her head to the left to see Liam sitting next to her, his face solemn.
