"He prayed?" Zoe came to a full stop for a moment and stared at the Cowboy God; she knew Wash could have some very strong desires, dreams, and wishes, but was he really the praying type? She supposed desires, dreams, and wishes could be a type of prayer. And for an engine too?
"You don't understand." It was strange saying that to the man who'd shared her bed more often than not for nearly ...would it be a year? "He didn't. Don't know that I can explain it, don't know that I want to." She shook her head and started pacing again.
"It doesn't matter if she's his kid. He never wanted them. Never thought of taking them in or looking after them. And, now he's got one on the ship he died in. He wants to keep her in a place that should have been our home." The last question though gave her pause again.
"You listen carefully. I don't begrudge him moving on. I did. It hurts, but how does a man go from saying kids aren't in the future to taking one in? We didn't exactly get lost souls who weren't legal-like." Not that the Tams were exactly legal.
"I want him happy, but that ship got him killed." Wash just wasn't the man she thought he was. Which only added insult to injury perhaps.