Chapter 11

“It must have been quite a shock for him.”

Stella reached for him, purely on instinct Lucky knew. She was always touching Shane. The man kept far too many people at arm’s length, prompting both of them to feel the need to make up for the lack of attention he clearly deserved. But now, her hand passed through his arm, her entire arm shimmering, and fell into her lap in disappointment.

“He should really get Ruby to get up here and do this,” Stella said. “He could only have just found out. That’s too soon…”

Her voice trailed off as both of them watched Shane stop what he was doing and rub absently at the very same spot she’d tried to touch. He took a long, ragged breath and turned a bleak gaze to a photo from Lucky and Stella’s wedding resting on a nearby table. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Stella frowned. “What’s he sorry for? You were the one who drove us into the telephone pole.”