Chapters (27)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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When he took her number away from Logan, Andrew had taken that choice from her.
Pain clenched Andrew’s heart, and he ground his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. He forced himself to approach the smiling couple, and Jeni, who was chuckling along with them.
Lauren saw him and sat up straight, a twinkle in her eye. “Andrew, Logan was just telling me—”
“Can we leave now?” Andrew interrupted.
His harsh tone didn’t go unnoticed, and Lauren’s smile faded. Logan watched him warily, while Jeni scowled and shook her head.
“Um, sure,” Lauren said quietly. She grabbed her purse from the bar and waved goodbye.
Andrew walked too fast for her to keep up, but he didn’t slow.
She reached for his hand and tugged. “Slow down.”
He pushed the door open and scanned the lot for her car. He pulled his hand from her grasp, trying not to let her hurt expression get to him.
“Where are we going?” she asked, starting the car.
“Just take me home,” he bit out.
Lauren eyed him sideways but didn’t argue, and they drove to his apartment in charged silence. When she pulled into a parking space and turned off the car, she reached for the door handle.
He shook his head. “I’m good. You don’t have to come in. You can go back to the bar and hang out with Logan.” He didn’t look at her.
A small part of his brain told him he was being unreasonable, but he couldn’t stop himself. He got out of the car and slammed the door, not looking back as he took long strides to the stairwell. He heard her get out and run up the steps behind him. He increased his pace, but she caught up when he stopped to unlock the door.
She pushed past him into his apartment, throwing her purse onto the coffee table.
“Andrew, what’s wrong? Why would you say something like that?”
“You looked pretty cozy at the bar with Logan.” His breath came heavy, from virtually running up three flights of stairs and from the weight sitting on his chest. “I thought maybe you’d like to spend more time with him. See if it could go anywhere. You were interested in him once before, after all. I’m the one who forced your hand in my direction.”