Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The Lawsons had completely fallen out with the Howards.

Now that Sheila was back, it suggested the tension had eased—at least a little.

Given how close he was with Sheila, he'd never embarrass Timothy in public by making a scene.

Yates, on the other hand, fixed Timothy with a thoughtful stare. "Sheila's got a point. No woman could put up with that much for so long. Why don't you bring her over and introduce us? She deserves at least that much."

"There's nothing to explain."

Timothy picked up his glass, taking a long, punishing swallow of whiskey.

Jessica, that woman just couldn't behave.

He'd handled everything for her, made it all so easy. All she had to do was send him a single message, and he'd let bygones be bygones, bring her home.

But of course.

She just had to ruin his mood.

Still, if she came to him now, made the first move, maybe just maybe he'd forgive her this once.

Sheila noticed Jessica was gone. Rising from her seat, she put on a show of mock annoyance. "Timothy, you- What am I supposed to do with you? Oh, forget it. If you won't go get her, I'll do it myself."

Sheila glanced in the direction where Jessica had been only moments ago.

did she

just in time to see that familiar figure had

on his lips, simmering with

down into her seat. "If Timothy can't

nonchalant, Kane was more convinced than ever- Timothy didn't care at

still looked uneasy.

come on, enough with

of fruit with a plastic fork

fetch Jessica anyway, so she accepted

nearly spent cigarette in the ashtray.

slipped away, an odd

his glass, nodding

do you think Timothy

eyebrow. "Hard to

divorce, but seven years had

a knowing look. "What about you,

cheeks flushed pink. "How should

the restroom, Timothy made a call

Red House. Come inside and find out

hung up without waiting

wasn't the kind of place she