Reclaiming His Past. Karen Kirst

a question only you can answer, Jessica. Friends trust each other. They don’t suspect them of deceit and ill intent.”

      There was no condemnation in his tone. He’d spoken frankly, but there was understanding there, too. As if he identified with her misgivings.

      “In that case, the answer is yes.”

      The slow arrival of gratitude, then relief and finally happiness passing over his clean-shaven features did serious damage to her defenses. Bolting to her feet, she bid him a brief good-night and reentered the house, seeking sanctuary in her room.

      She couldn’t allow herself to like Grant Parker. Empathy was acceptable. Concern for his health was natural. But opening herself up to a man, even for something as innocent as friendship, could very well be the first step to disaster.