“She’s terrific. Even though you’ve done everything you can to keep her at arm’s length, she’s sticking around, waiting for you to come to your senses. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose with her, but you won’t give her even a little corner of your life. Instead, you act like a petulant teenager. Don’t you see? In your own way you’re as freaked by your upbringing as I am about mine.”

“No I’m not.”

“My scars are easier to understand. I had no mother and an abusive father, while you had two loving parents. But they were so different from you that you never felt connected to them, and you still feel guilty about it. Most people could push it aside and move on, but most people aren’t as sensitive as you.”

He sprang from the chair. “That’s bullshit! I’m as tough as they come, lady, and don’t you forget it.”

“Yeah, you’re tough on the outside, but on the inside you’re so soft you squish, and you’re every bit as scared of screwing up your life as I am.”

“You don’t know anything!”

“I know that there’s not another man in a thousand who would have felt honor-bound to marry the crazy woman who attacked him in his sleep, even if she was related to the boss. Dan and Phoebe might have held a shotgun to your head, but all you had to do was place the blame where it belonged. Not only wouldn’t you do that, but you made me swear not to either.” She pulled her cold hands into the cuffs of the sweatshirt. “Then there’s the way you behaved when I was miscarrying.”

“Anybody would have—”

“No, anybody wouldn’t have, but you want to believe that because you’re afraid of any kind of emotion that doesn’t fit between a pair of goalposts.”

“That’s so stupid!”

“Off the field you know something’s missing, but you’re afraid to go looking for it because, in your typically neurotic and immature fashion, you believe something’s wrong inside you that’ll keep you from finding it. You couldn’t connect with your own parents, so how can you ever make a lasting connection with anyone else? It’s easier to focus on winning football games.”

“Lasting connection? Wait a minute! What are we really talking about here?”

“We’re talking about the fact that it’s time for you to grow up and take some real risks.”

“I don’t think so. I think there’s a hidden agenda behind all this mumbo jumbo.”

Until that moment she hadn’t thought so, but he sometimes saw things before she did. Now she realized he was right, but it was too late. She felt sick.

“I think you’re talking about a lasting connection between us,” he said.

“Ha!”