That bastard. I’ll kill him.
I shook my head, tossing tears and thin
streams of snot. “It was all my fault.”
Chase grabbed my shoulders.
No! Brendan knew what he was doing.
He pulled me so close it hurt, laid
his head against my heaving chest.
Then hard-ass Chase Wagner cried.
Oh, God, I’m sorry, Kristina.
I should have been there for you.
Stunned
I kissed his forehead,
licked away his tears.
He looked up
and his eyes told mine,
I love you, Kristina.
Eyes couldn’t lie.
Could they?
With sudden clarity,
I knew,
“I love you, too.”
Don’t say it
unless you mean it.
Did I mean it?
Brendan was no more
than a nightmare.
But, Giselle or no Giselle,
what about Adam?
You could snap
my heart in two.