Back then, she’d been a teenager. Economically disadvantaged. The daughter of a volatile family. She’d been desperate for education and comfortable with the idea that she’d earned her scholarships through merit.

But ever since she’d turned Princeton down, she’d been a citizen of the real world. She couldn’t afford to spend her days in the lofty realms of pure mathematics when she needed to stretch every paycheck in order to keep a boy fed, clothed, sheltered. She taught, graded papers, forced Dylan to eat vegetables, badgered him about turning in his homework. She was the person who haggled with health insurance, called the exterminator, and made mortgage payments.

For ten years, she’d received no advantages. She’d done it the hard way, and she was proud of what she’d accomplished. It humiliated her to think that when Sebastian looked at her, he saw someone in need of assistance.

She was not Sebastian Grant’s charity case. And his non-boyfriend status in no way gave him the right to call the dean of the fine arts program on Dylan’s behalf.

Sebastian had only met Dylan . . . what? Three times? He hardly knew Dylan.

Sebastian hardly knew her.

She hardly knew him.

Only . . .

That wasn’t entirely fair. Or correct. She had a feeling that while it was true that Sebastian hardly knew Dylan, he might know her quite well already. Just like she might know him quite well already.

Bossy. Hard-charging. High maintenance. That’s how Markie, his co-worker at the hospital, had described Sebastian the day of Leah and Dylan’s tour. All true.

Except Markie had also said, “A few of the kids he’s treated have lived mostly because he was so determined that they wouldn’t die.”

Some of the qualities that were trying in a non-boyfriend were to be commended in his exponentially more important role—pediatric heart surgeon.

At every stage of her acquaintance with him, she’d debated whether to move forward. Each time, she’d deemed the next step safe enough to take. Worth taking. And, indeed, her time with Sebastian had been a great deal of fun. So diverting! Through him, she’d learned a lot about herself.

But suddenly—like tree branches coming into view beneath the surface of a lake—she could see the dangers inherent in their relationship that she hadn’t been able to see before.

Her mom was similar to Sebastian in several ways. Mom struggled to trust others. She’d constantly sought and never found satisfaction. Because of those weaknesses, Mom’s marriage and her relationships with her kids had crumbled in the most miserable way possible.

Leah had no desire to subject herself to the pain of an ill-fated relationship. This was an opportune time to bring her extended flirtation with Sebastian to a close.