“Fancy meeting you here.”

My entire body freezes at the sound of my ex’s voice. My cheating ex’s voice I should say. “Finn. I would say it’s a pleasure meeting you here . . . but it’s not.” The smile I offer is bright enough to rival the sun.

“I thought we’d be over this hostility by now,” he teases in that smooth, charming way he has. The same smooth, charming way that won me over—until I found out that monogamy wasn’t something Finn thought was important.

“Women never forget a man, what he’s done to her—good or bad—and especially if he’s an asshole. Plus you know me well enough to know I hold grudges well.”

“Obviously.” He laughs, completely unfazed by my comments.

Finn Sanderson stands before me, handsome as ever with a devilish smirk on his face that still gets to me even after he stomped all over my heart without so much as an apology.

“Can’t we call a truce? Is that in your heart?” he asks.

I’m about to tell him that there’s not a chance in hell when something else strikes me. “You know what?”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” His expression reads confused, as it should from my one-eighty turnaround.

But Brexton’s words run through my mind, and for the first time, I realize she’s right.

“I always thought I wanted a guy like you. Driven. Professional. Structured in business and in your personal life. I was wrong. Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you for hardening it so that it took the right one to break down the walls that needed to be broken down again.”

Finn nods but his eyes narrow as he studies me. “You okay?” The concern in his voice is unexpected and hits me harder than it should.

I bite my bottom lip and nod. “I will be.”

I turn to walk away when he calls my name. “Chase?”

“Hmm?” I look over my shoulder at him.

“Whoever he is, I hope he treats you well. You deserve that and so much more.”

Our eyes hold for a beat, before Finn gives a brief nod and then walks toward the office door.

I stare after him for a moment, curious over his about-face. His words shouldn’t faze me. I shouldn’t even think twice about them after everything we’ve been through and yet, I stand in the sunshine staring after him.

Was that regret in his voice? Apology?

And why do I suddenly care if it was?

Because we all make mistakes. Isn’t that the one thing I’ve learned over the past few months? That sometimes what starts out with the best intentions can turn into a disaster of epic proportions? That what you thought was going to happen morphs into something completely different?