From my romantic suspense, Redemption. Enjoy!
“This isn’t about me, Hope. This is about your father.”
“My father’s dead.” Grief flashed across her face, but she contained it.
“Yes, and we need to find out who did it.” He was desperate to get the conversation back on track. Hope had a way of derailing him, making him think of things other than their purpose. He knew she did it as a defense mechanism against the emotions battering her.
“We will. You will. I trust you.”
“Don’t.” He took another step back, his hand going out in a motion to stop her words.
“Why does that scare you?” She tilted her head, the waterfall of hair sliding over her shoulder and shimmering in the late-afternoon sun spilling in from the window.
“It doesn’t scare me. It’s just not wise to trust me.”
“My father seemed to think it wise.”