“It’s not that simple, I’m not heartless.” Eliza reflected on Casper’s cruelty but couldn’t ignore his kindness. Somehow, after his passing, his good deeds seemed to outweigh the bad. She mused, maybe she was a bit unwell.
Juan gave her shoulder a gentle pat, trying to comfort her. “You’ll let go eventually. Isn’t that Shaw guy treating you well? Maybe give it a thought?”
“Oh, please, I’ve got two kids. What could he possibly owe me?” Eliza closed her eyes, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Juan chuckled, teasing, “Some men just love playing stepdad, and Manuel is definitely one of them.”
Eliza felt an urge to strangle him. Had his time abroad warped his logic?
“Even if he’s up for it, I don’t want to be the bad guy,” she said, giving Juan a look reserved for the absurd. “Are you into that too? You haven’t shacked up with some woman with a dozen kids overseas, have you?”
“No way, I’m not into foreigners,” he replied, hugging himself and shaking his head in mock disgust.
He’d just picked up on how Manuel looked at Eliza, full of affection. A man in love accepts everything about a woman. If Manuel was a decent guy, leaning on him might not be so bad for Eliza.
“Seriously, won’t you give Mr. Shaw a chance? He seems like a stand-up guy.”
“Good people deserve good outcomes. Marrying me would just lead to trouble,” Eliza sighed.
Having been entangled with Casper, alive or not, her life was never going to be carefree. She’d gotten used to being on her own anyway.
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