Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I'll get tested too. The more of us there are, the better the odds."

"Are you out of your mind? You and Jessica aren't even related. The chances of a match are next to nothing."

"Can't I at least try? What if I turn out to be a match? Plus, every compatibility test takes days. We can't just go one by one forever-does she really have that much time?"

Yates' reasoning gave Vince pause.

His mother's health was fragile there was no way he'd tell her about this, much less ask her to get tested for Jessica.

As for his father...

If only he were younger. It would be best if his father could be the match.

"Fine. Let's head to the hospital now."

Vince led the way downstairs, with Yates following. Vince drove, and Yates took the passenger seat.

"Hey, man, why don't you talk to Jessy and your folks and just set a date for the wedding? Let's make it official."

Vince shot him a look. "Not this again. Didn't I tell you not to call me 'brother-in- law'? I hate it. As for you and Jessy, I'm sure my parents will talk to yours and call the whole thing off. We're not about to force her into a marriage just to make someone else happy."

cool. "She'd be safest married to

just as safe with

honest with yourself-how safe do you really think she

guys won't get any peace. The only way to shut him down is for her to get married and end his fantasies. Besides, she doesn't remember her childhood now, but if she ever does, she might actually want to marry me.

it doesn't really matter. She's never brought it up anyway. If she wants to dig up her old memories, she'll say so. If she doesn't, I'm not about to

knew more about her past than most, and all he wanted was to let

had been staying with the Zimmermans for two days now, but he hadn't gone out of his way to see Jessica or even talk

was, he had no idea how to

from the sidelines

time he

just felt

unworthy

speaking to her.

she could remember the past. If she remembered him, maybe he'd have a way to

glanced over, then turned back to

Timothy's done to her, don't you want him to pay for

do. I'd like to kill him. But what good would that do me?

hook, and you'd waste the rest of your

smirked. "Let