Suddenly Flynn stood, anger and confusion boiling within. “Having a mature
conversation with you is the last thing on my mind. You have no idea what I’d like to do with you.” He stalled for a moment and heard William’s voice.
Teresa opened her mouth to respond, but William held her arm. ”Tess, love. Leave
him be. For once, don’t have the last word.”
An overload of emotions stirred in Flynn — grief, sadness, confusion, and anger.
Flynn stormed off.
Out of the corner of his eye, Flynn noticed William watching him. He reached the
café’s entrance and then turned to go back. Each hesitant step Flynn was making was like climbing a high mountain. Breathing became hard. Focusing on what to say or even think nearly impossible. But he knew he had to do this. Could do it!
“Does she know?” Flynn asked when he reached the table.
“Her name is Nadine,” Teresa emphasised.
Flynn noticed William’s hand on her arm, giving her slight squeeze. “Yes she does,”
William answered calmly.
He cursed under his breath. “Everybody but me seems to know.” Flynn worked hard not to let his temper get the better of him again. He blew out a breath and asked, “Why are you here?”
“You have the right to know. And she’s got that right as well.”