She had said something to hurt him. That she knew. She d seen the pain in his eyes. Raw pain. And it hurt her to see him that way. Almost vulnerable.
"Think Mitchell," she said. Going over every word she had uttered to him.
"His mother!" It hit her. She had made that snide remark about his mother failing in her duty to bring him up well. Mitchell bites her lower lips. She honestly hadn t meant to be rude to his mother. But how would he know when she had been fuming and almost ranting. She has to apologize to him.
She stood up and moved to pick the ivory gown he had dropped. The gown was very beautiful. Something she would have loved if she wasn t angry. Mitchell remembered the woman who brought the cloth had said something about her being the first he d brought home. If that was true. There must be a lot to Michael Smith that she doesn t know yet.
And she was starting to think it would be wrong to judge him from what the news says about him.
She pi