He chuckled softly, eyes welling up again but with pride this time. His mother had taken care of Kelsie. James knew Dianna enough to know that simply by Kelsie accepting this help, she was in turn helping Dianna through this. His mother had been through so much the past several years, considering the disgraceful and tragic murder of his father, her husband. Then losing James, even if it was temporary, there was no way she would have known that. Dianna did right by both James and Kelsie by being there, by protecting Jamesâ fiancee and unborn child.Â
âI know, baby, I know,â he said, smiling. This was the one good thing about what happened to him: the money. The Hamlin Group would pay handsomely to keep him quiet, to keep their unethical practices a secret. That money, while not enough to cover the grief, the months lost, the legacy of Jamesâ linneage, would be enough to provide for his family. He took both of Kelsieâs slender hands in his carefully. âBut we donât have to worry about money anymore. You donât have to work, if you donât want to. Theyâre paying me. Theyâre paying me a lot for this. If I do what they say, the money keeps coming. We can get a house. A new car. Two, even. Trust me, things will be different for us.â
His smile fell when she asked him what had happened. Where he was. He knew those questions would come, he had been prepped, he had ârole-playedâ scenarios with his case manager and the lawyers from the Hamlin Group. But looking into Kelsieâs eyes, holding her hands, and being asked for the truth? Nothing could have prepared him for that. And James froze for a moment. His breath was caught in his chest as he wasnât prepared to lie to her or feed her the canned, unsatisfactory responses fed to him. He knew she wouldnât believe him, either. He owed her the truth after what he put her through, but at what cost? The Group whisk him away? They suffer endless debt in lawsuits? A conglomerate with that power would find a way to take legal recourse and bury them. Maybe even take Kelsie from him.Â
âThey cured me,â he said stiffly, shaking his head softly. His expression melted into something more pleading. Begging her not to push, begging her to somehow read his mind and understand. He frowned. He didnât want to keep secrets from her, and this was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. âThereâsâŠI donât know what I can say,â he admitted, lowering his voice to a whisper. âI want to tell you, Kels. Believe me. But they can do things. I donât want to lose you again. Just trust me. We have to take their money and we can start to forget about all of this.â
He held her hands and spoke about money, of a house, and cars. In some ways it felt like things had never happened. They had been talking about money and a house before. Things were full circle. How much were they paying him that she didnât have to work? Could she go back to school? Maybe, but not with a newborn at home. As wonderful as the thought was, she pushed it away quickly. It wasnât time to think about things like that.
But before she could question the money, the look in Jamesâ eyes changed. He looked terrified, desperate, like there were a million thoughts swirling behind his eyes. She wanted to know. She wanted to understand what he was saying, but the more he spoke the more the pieces clicked together. Her right hand moved from his to cup the side of his face. Whatever the truth was, he couldnât tell her. It hurt, but she understood. He was protecting her. He was protecting their baby. He was ensuring their future. Maybe someday they could find a way to be honest with each other, but for now Kelsie knew she had to be satisfied in the dark. Prying would only make this worse.
Her thumb brushed against his cheek and she nodded once.  âI trust you,â Kelsie murmured.  âAnd I love you. I know you didnât do this to us....but I wonât ask anymore. If itâs better that way, safer that way for our baby...I wonât ask.â She leaned in then, tilting her head up just enough to kiss him. No matter what he went through she would be there to support him and no matter how vague he had to be about the truth, Kelsie would believe him. There were still so many questions swirling in the back of her mind. Why? How? Who was the man she killed that day? Why James of all people? But Kelsie wouldnât ask. She would rather stay in the dark and have her family than have answers and lose it all again.
Breaking the kiss, she took a moment, resting her forehead against his before she spoke. âCome sit with me,â she murmured. Kelsie took his hand and led him over to the couch. She knew he had to have just as many questions as she did, but unlike her questions, he could actually ask his. He could have the answers she was denied. Whatever the Hamlin Group had done and their motives for doing so would remain hidden away and Kelsie just had to accept that.  She eased herself down, hand on her belly and mindful of her always shifting center of gravity. Once he was seated, Kelsie curled up next to him, needing to touch him for that reassurance he still existed. He wasnât a phantom hallucination that would disappear without warning.
âIâm okay with putting my faith in you,â she told him.  âThatâs where itâs always belonged anyway...but at least one of us can have our answers. Iâm sure you have questions too,â she started, her hand moving to interlock with his. It was an opening for him, but Kelsie would understand if he wasnât ready to ask. This whole situation was a lot for them to process.