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!"

him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea for

"You've got it wrong.

Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert's snort was laced with disdain, a chilling glint in his eyes,

a whisper meant for lovers, "As you

his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

sorry, Edgar, it's better

frozen, watching them walk away, a

Empty... powerless, and aching!

unsteady, reaching out to steady

lying to me,

of sight, the warmth

display had been

wasn't over, not by a long

Sherilyn's injured arm needed attention. The hospital was

opened the car door for

"I'm not going to the

the wrong today,

Gilbert looked really serious,

"You've hurt

be serious. Now's not

for this."

head, "I just don't want to go to the