Fury. It surprised Wallace at the intensity of it. Lizzie wasn’t just a number. Just a notch for a man like Allen Jacobson. Allen had women falling at his feet and always had. So effortlessly.
He didn’t have to work even half as hard as Wallace had with women.
He had no business with Lizzie.
None at all.
Izzie.
The girl was Izzie. Perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Girl had no problem with that, or standing up for what she thought. All those times she’d snipped at him in the ER had proven that.
If she wanted to be the next on Allen’s list, well, so be it.
It wasn’t Wallace’s business.
He heard every word that man said to her.
They echoed words Wallace had said to Jennifer so long ago.
When she had been just as scared of a relationship with a man like him probably for similar reasons.
He’d tried. Wallace had honestly tried to keep his promises to Jennifer. To keep his vows.
It had been too hard. He had failed. Had hurt the woman he loved most of all.
Allen…he would be the same. Start off with good intentions and then turn…weak. Look at how easily led the man had been with that viperous pharmacy tech.
It would be little Izzie that was hurt this time. Wallace would hate to see history repeat itself. He’d have to clean it up, for her.
Before…before he did what he had to do.