I bent to him and without a word, kissed his warm lips. He tasted like cognac and mint. When I stood and walked away, Nick was still staring at me as though he wasn’t quite sure I’d actually given him a break. I paused outside the door, out of view and listened.
He let out a long and sad sigh and mustering all my will, I walked away from the door.
In the kitchen, Myles was waiting for me, clearly concerned. “He is all right?”
I bit my lower lip, thinking of tomorrow. Of that stupid party I’d insisted on throwing.
“We’ll get him through it, okay?” Myles brushed my hair away from my forehead. “We’ll help him write a letter to Spencer. We’ll help him find the words to say. He’s not a bad father. Spencer has everything. Everything. Nick took a whole day off just to visit that school for his kid and he works his ass off so that Spencer can have the best of—”
“That’s not what Spencer needs.”
Myles blinked and gave me a quick nod.