Before either of the men could answer, Jared turned on his heel, storming toward the door again.

Myla rushed forward and planted her body directly in front of the door, blocking his path. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with soft, desperate determination. 

“Baby, look at me,” she pleaded, her voice shaking as she reached up to cup his stubbled jaw. “Please, just look at me.”

Slowly, his gaze lifted.

The pain she saw there shattered her heart.

“You are a good man. You had ...