Page 120 of The House Guest

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I wish I could tell you. We’ve been just trying to enjoy each other, so we haven’t had that difficult talk. I assume we will tonight, since my flight leaves in the morning. Obviously, his life is here. My life is there.”

“How has your daughter handled you being away this week?”

“Not well, honestly. That’s been the toughest part.”

“And her father?”

My stomach sank at the thought of Casey.

“I feel like he’s expecting me to come out here and realize it was a mistake. But he doesn’t realize the depth of my feelings for Dorian. I wish I could somehow love Dorian without hurting Casey, but that’s not possible.” I exhaled. “Going home is not gonna be easy.”

She put her hand on my arm. “I don’t know him, but I’m sorry this is happening. He seems like a good guy.”

“He’s an amazing dad. And he was an amazing partner. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt. But even before I knew the truth about Dorian, I’d been hesitant to fully give myself to him, to promise him forever.”

“I guess your soul knew things weren’t finished with Dorian.”

“Maybe.” I sighed. “I just wish I could enjoy reconnecting with Dorian without the looming dread of hurting the two people who’ve kept me together these past five years.”

“Go easy on yourself, Primrose. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re doing the right thing. If I were in your shoes, I’d follow my heart, too. Casey will find someone someday who loves him as much as you love Dorian.”

“I hope so.” And I meant it. I waited for jealousy, but felt none. I wanted Casey to find someone right for him. And that further validated my decision.

Dorian appeared in the doorway. “Can I butt in?”

“Sure,” Candace said.

“I have a surprise for you, Rosebud.”

I turned to find that two more had joined our gathering, Benjamin—and Patsy.

“Oh my God.” I ran to her.

She opened her arms to hug me. “Primrose…”

“It’s so good to see you. Oh my gosh, this is the best surprise.”

She squeezed me. “I’m happy to see you, too.”

“I’m so sorry we lost touch.”

“Benjamin filled me in on everything,” she said. “I’m glad I could be here today.”

“How have you been?” I asked.

“I’m married now. Doing very well.”

“That’s amazing.”

“I heard you have a beautiful little girl,” she said.

“I do.” I reached for my phone and pulled up a photo of Rosie.

Patsy looked down at it. “She’s precious. She looks just like you.”

“She does.” I smiled, looking forward to seeing my daughter soon—the only good thing about leaving.

As the others went out to the patio, Patsy pulled me aside, lowering her voice. “I want to apologize to you about something.”