"Yeah," Roger said softly. He hated that house. Nothing good had happened in it. Which really sucked because he'd loved it. It was supposed to be something awesome, his first house, in one of the best neighborhoods in London. And it had turned out to be shitty, like everything else in his life. "And I'll get to fly more. In Portree." Flying and the babies were honestly all he could manage to give a fuck about lately.
He wanted to return her smile, but he just couldn't bring himself to it. She was so pretty, and she didn't need a life with him. A life that was fuck ups and sadness. He knew that. Knew she didn't want a man with as much baggage as he carried, a man who had cheated on his pregnant fiancée. But even knowing that, her words still hurt.
"Oh," was all he could say, tilting his gaze back down toward the ground. "Well. Gabby, I mean. I bet she's a lot like Annie. Gets pissed at half the things I do but she never stays mad." He took a breath and realized Fleur must be freezing. "It's cold," he said, reluctantly letting go of her hand. "We should probably go back in." Mandy would be looking for him, anyway.