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going, but not afraid. From his bright eyes he looked excited. This to him was a great adventure.
    McKenna must have her hands full with him. TJ didn’t just look like a Sheenan, he seemed to have inherited the Trey-Sheenan-Chaos DNA.
    Not good. For McKenna, Marietta, or TJ himself.
    Trey struggled to think of something he could say to her. He wanted to apologize, and yet at the same time he knew that if he was truly sorry, he’d turn around right now and take her back. Take them both back.
    Taking them back now, before they traveled any further, would at least allow her to salvage today…marry and have her party and cake and dancing.
    But he wasn’t that sorry.
    He didn’t want her to marry Lawrence. He understood why she wanted to get married, why she wanted stability, but Lawrence…? Really ?
    McKenna deserved a real man. A strong man who’d love her deeply, passionately for all of his life.
    The way he loved her.
    The way he’d always love her.
    He glanced at her again, the deepening twilight swallowing her profile. “McKenna—”
    “Don’t say it.”
    “I’m—”
    “You’re not. And I don’t believe it. I know you.” Her voice was hoarse and it shook, trembling with emotion. “I once thought you were a dream, but I was wrong. You’re not a dream. You’re a nightmare, a never ending nightmare—” She broke off, shook her head, turned her face away, her white veil gleaming in the lavender-purple light.
    He winced.
    He deserved it, though.
    “An Enderman,” TJ said brightly, breaking the silence. “You’re an Enderman, Dad.”
    Trey glanced at him. “A what?”
    “An Enderman,” TJ repeated. “An evil guy from Mine Craft. He’s all black kind of, like you.”
    “What’s Mine Craft?”
    “My favorite game. But I can only play on the weekends when I don’t have school and Mom lets me use her iPad.”
    “Is there a good guy in Mine Craft?”
    “Yeah, Steve. But I like Endermen better. They’re crazy. They’re also called Henchmen and they kill things—” he broke off, looked at Trey. “Not real things. It’s just a game. I promise.”
    Trey wasn’t sure he liked being compared to a bad guy, and was pretty certain the comparison wasn’t lost on McKenna, either.
    *
    McKenna didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. Only TJ would think it was cool that his dad was a bad guy.
    A henchman .
    Only TJ would love an Enderman over Steve, the Mine Craft protagonist.
    Only TJ would enjoy the drama and be excited about a road trip with his man-in-black, bad guy father.
    But she wasn’t TJ. She wasn’t a wild, reckless Sheenan. She was a Douglas. She tried hard to be good, and thoughtful. Kind .
    And yet, being kind today ruined everything.
    At the church, she’d wanted to be kind and protect Trey’s feelings. She’d tried to save him from being embarrassed in front of his son. What a tactical error that had been, because in trying to protect Trey’s feelings, she’d lost control of the situation, giving Trey the upper hand.
    And he hadn’t worried about her feelings. He hadn’t worried about doing the good thing, the kind thing. No, he’d swooped in, and taken advantage of the upper hand. He’d exploited her weakness.
    But then, when had Trey had ever tried to be kind?
    She bit down into her lower lip, trying to hold in all the angry words, not wanting to escalate things further, not wanting to get hysterical when TJ was caught in the middle.
    TJ .
    She glanced down at him and he was smiling, blissfully oblivious to the angry currents, or maybe being a Sheenan, he just didn’t mind them. Maybe being a Sheenan, he enjoyed the tension and fighting.
    It boggled her mind that her son, the child she’d raised single handedly for the past four years, was his father in miniature.
    How was that right?
    How was that fair?
    But then of course, life wasn’t fair. She’d learned that in 8 th grade when she’d kissed her family goodbye and hopped into seventeen year old Rory’s truck so he