He stood, his hands on lean hips, the candlelight illuminating how stunning his body was. “Sylvie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but I’ve honestly never thought of my mother dating at her age. Much less the man who helped raise me, who is still my right-hand man. He’s like family to me. How am I supposed to process that?”

She felt her eyes widen. “Probably the same way my brother will have to.”

His jaw tightened. “It’s not the same. Dre’s always known how I felt about you.”

That was news to her. She’d been close to her brother growing up. “You told him? Because he’s never mentioned it to me.”

“Who do you think convinced me to let you get through college before I tried to date you? The problem was you didn’t come back to Papillon after you graduated.”

She was still reeling from the thought that he’d talked to her brother. But not to her. Oh, he’d talked to her, but only to let her know he’d decided not to move forward with the relationship. “Is this how it’s going to be with you?”

“What does that mean?” Rene asked.

“If I stay with you, will I spend my life waiting to be told what you’ve decided?”

“Decided?” His face went blank for a moment. “Are you still upset about college? I explained that.”

His explanation was the problem. “You should have explained it to me then. You apparently explained it to my brother. Will you please get dressed? It’s hard to have this fight with your . . . with you swinging around like that.”

He didn’t seem even slightly self-conscious, but then she likely wouldn’t, either, if she looked like a Greek god. Rene’s body was lean and sculpted, and even his scars were sexy. It was incredibly distracting.

He simply stared at her. “Well, as I don’t want to have a fight at all, I think I will stay as I am.”

If he didn’t want to even talk about the problem, she wasn’t sure what she was doing. Her heart had softened seeing him get emotional, and for a moment she’d thought maybe they had a chance. What she had to remember was that Rene was excellent at casting a spell, as her momma would say. “I’m going to take a shower. I know it’s going to be cold as hell, but maybe that’s what I need.”

She stood, dragging the sheet with her, but he caught her arm, pulling her close.

“I’m sorry. I’m screwing up again, and I don’t know what I did wrong. I thought back then I was making the right decision for you.”