Chapter 19

My wolf stirred restlessly as Caleb continued his barrage of questions. Despite being my friend, he clearly didn't understand what Dorothy had meant to me—what she still meant, though I was only now beginning to realize it myself. "You should be happy," Caleb said, finally catching his breath after laughing for a full minute. "That woman was never good enough for you, and it's not just me who thinks that." I said nothing, my jaw clenched tight. How could I explain what I myself had failed to recognize until it was too late? If I never truly understood Dorothy's worth, why should I expect my friends to? "Frankly, I still don't get what you saw in her," Caleb continued, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. My hasty marriage to Dorothy Miller had been bombshell news to my circle. Most of them, including Caleb, thought I was temporarily blinded by lust or her rare RH negative blood type. Despite his personal opinion, even Caleb, the professional playboy, had to admit that Dorothy wa