He Asked Me To Leave The Party Early So His Friends Wouldn’t See Me—So I Did

on you.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Claire and I… it didn’t work out,” he said, voice lower. “I miss you.”

I studied him. The same man who’d told another woman I’d survive. The same man who’d asked me to leave a party early because he didn’t want his friends to know about me.

“You miss what I did for you,” I said gently. “Not me.”

His face flinched. “That’s not continue reading …