Jess managed to take a couple of sips through the straw before sinking back onto the bank of pillows. “Do you mean that?”

“What?”

“Doing anything for me?”

Libby felt the pull of a trap. “Some things are unforgivable.”

Jess closed her eyes for a moment and took in some deep breaths. “You forgave Nick.”

“He’s my husband.”

“And I’m your best friend. Why can’t you forgive me?”

That Jess needed to ask defied all understanding. “You hurt me more.”

For a moment, the only sound was the loud tick of the kitchen clock. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Libby felt herself clench and unclench her hand. “You make it sound like it was all just an accident.”

“In a way it was,” Jess murmured. She was quiet for a bit and then she cleared her throat. “Did you know Nick was the only guy you never told me about?”

Had the cancer reached Jess’s brain? “What are you talking about? Of course I told you about him. You were my bridesmaid.”

“That’s not what I mean. For years, you told me about every guy you liked. I helped you get ready for every first date. Hell, I even went on first dates with you, but you didn’t mention Nick until after your night at Bunga Arm.”

“I think you’ve just forgotten.”

“I haven’t forgotten a thing.”

“I’m sure you have. It was ten years ago.”

“I know exactly how long ago it was.”

Annoyance rode up Libby’s spine. “Then why are you only asking me about it now?”

Jess’s dark gaze, full of the shadow of death, nailed her. “Because, I’m running out of time and we need to be honest with each other.”

“Honest? That’s rich coming from you. I’ve always been honest.”

Jess’s mouth tightened. “You haven’t and it started with Nick. I know why you didn’t tell me about him. It was the same reason I never told you about him. Neither of us wanted to share him.”