Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Scheme?" The word caught Gilbert off guard, his expression as stormy as a tempest at sea. "What 'scheme' are you talking about?" "What, indeed?"

Edgar's lips curled in scorn. "Got the guts to do it but not to own it, Gilbert? I'm clued in, you know. That whole drama at Crestwood! Sherilyn had nothing to do with you... it was you... you orchestrated the whole thing!"

Crestwood?

If Edgar hadn't brought it up, Gilbert probably would've forgotten about that whole thing.

He knows the truth?

"Oh..."

Realization dawned on Gilbert as he glanced at the woman in his arms.

No wonder they were in tears earlier, clinging to each other. Mourning their unforgettable past, were they? How touching!

"Yeah, I set it all up, so what?"

Chin up, eyelids half-drooping in defiance, Gilbert retorted, "You planning on taking her back?"

A flicker of resolve crossed Edgar's face, "Give her back to me!"

"Ha." Gilbert's eyebrows danced in amusement, a scoff escaping him, "You think you're up to it? Sort out your own mess first!"

"I..."

"Edgar!"

up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle

turning to Gilbert, "You've got it wrong. I'm

at Gilbert's

"Sherilyn?"

with disdain, a chilling glint in his eyes, "You

a whisper meant for lovers, "As you wish,

his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

better this

away, a hollow

Empty... powerless, and aching!

found himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself against a

lying to me,

sight, the warmth on Gilbert's

had been solely for

wasn't over, not by

needed attention. The hospital was their next

car door for Sherilyn and helped

to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together

the wrong today,

Gilbert looked really serious,

"You've hurt your arm,

Now's not

for this."

fuss." Sherilyn shook her head,