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

just as safe with the Zimmermans,"

safe

trouble eventually. You 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. Speaking of

for people to forget things from when they were five or six? Those memories fade, but it doesn't really matter. She's never brought it up anyway. If she wants to

and all he wanted was

now, but he hadn't gone out of his

was, he had no idea how to

from the sidelines

time

felt like

totally unworthy of

speaking to her.

she remembered him, maybe he'd have a way to get

about?" Vince glanced

to her, don't you want him

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

just let him off the hook, and you'd waste the rest of your

"Let