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him
with disappointment. "You have a chance to be a better man. Don't screw
this one up. Come on, Vince lets go.”
    Dillon sank into
the chair and stared with unseeing eyes across the bay. At some point, and he
wasn't sure when it happened, he had a scotch in his hand. One scotch turned
into two, two turned four and then he lost count. But it didn't matter how many
drinks he poured down his throat, the pain in his heart continued until he
thought he might die.
    It was well past
sundown and into the late evening when Penny heard a loud crash in the foyer.
She startled and peeked around the corner and was shocked to see Dillon
standing unsteadily amidst the broken pieces of an expensive vase. "What
are you doing here? Are you drunk?” she asked as she caught a whiff of strong
alcohol to exclaim in horror, "Oh my God, did you drive here?"
    A mocking smile
twisted his beautiful mouth. "Are you worried about my safety, pet?”
    She glowered as
she went to help him before he broke something else of value. "No. I'm
worried about the other people on the road. You can go to hell."
    "My, my… someone's
feeling feisty aren't they?"
    "Oh shut up,
you drunken idiot.” Why, of all the doors
in the city, had he somehow landed at mine? Penny maneuvered Dillon with
some difficulty to her bedroom where he flopped on the bed with a grunt. She
sighed and bracketed her hands on her hips, wondering what to do with him.
Perhaps she should call the twins, they’d come get him for her. But even as
that idea had merit she knew she wouldn’t call them. "Do you need some
coffee?" she asked.
    "So I can be
a wide-awake drunken idiot?" Dillon laughed. "Penny, what I need does
not come in a coffee pot."
    "And what do
you need?"
    "I need
redemption." Penny frowned as he laughed. He was losing his mind. "Do
you have that in your cupboards?" he asked with a   guffaw.
    "You're not
making any sense. What are you talking about?"
    At that Dillon
buried his face in her pillows and groaned. "I'm a rotten son of a
bitch."
    "That I knew.
Is there something else? Something new?” Scary thought, that. “Did you break
someone else’s heart recently,” she muttered, mostly to herself and didn’t
expect him to hear in his inebriated state but he had.
    He rolled to his
back. “I’ve done a lot of terrible things in my life, Penny. And I thought I
could make up for them with time but some things, are simply too big to account
for in your little ledger of good karma."
    Penny frowned and
sat beside him.   She had a feeling
whatever was eating at Dillon had nothing to do with her. “What happened?"
she asked softly. She caught his gaze and she found a wealth of sadness and
pain, so much so that she wanted to hold them in her arms and tell him it was
going to be all right. But she did neither and simply waited.
    "Kiss me, Penny,"
Dillon murmured, leaning toward her. As much as she wanted to sink into his
embrace she put her hand up to stop him. He seemed to understand and didn't
push the issue. He sighed. "Smart choice. You deserve better. Sorry for fucking
with your life."
    "Being a
martyr doesn't suit you. I made my own choices. Now tell me, what's going
on?"
    "Do you
really want to know? It might change your whole opinion of me forever."
    At that she
actually chuckled. "Dillon, let's be real. I already know you're a jerk at
your worst but I also know that at your best you're pretty amazing. Whatever is
wrong I promise I won't judge you."
    God, she hoped she
could live up to that promise. What if he admitted something heinous? Like he
liked to slaughter puppies in his spare time? No, she told her rapidly running
away imagination, whatever was eating at him had something to do with Isabel.
She’d be willing to bet her life on it. And if that was the case, she would
gladly provide the shoulder for him to cry on because God knows, Dillon has
needed to let this go for a long time.
    "I used to
blame my brothers for Isabel's death but in reality, it was me. I'm the