Chapter 14

This had to be the worst holiday ever.

“Oh, Belle,” Julie said. She reached for her. Belle flinched. Julie’s hand fell back to her lap. They sat in the snow, facing each other. Belle wished for the strength to stand so she could check on Davenport or wobble back home. Anything to get away from this moment.

“This is all my fault,” Julie finally said with a frown. “And I take the blame. I deserve your anger. I mean, I can see how bringing Hector out here must have gotten you thinking and what I said back there, talk about a poor choice of words.”

Belle sniffled, wiping a hand over her eyes.

“You think I want to leave you for Hector, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Belle whispered.

“He’s a great guy, but why would I ever want him when I already have you?”

The sentiment should have warmed Belle, but she heard herself blurt, “Why would you ever want me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Julie countered.

Belle shrugged.