I stared up into his eyes, searching, like I might find answers there.
“Nicholas—this is me. And you. We can’t do this. This isn’t us.”
He lips parted for a second, before he bowed his head. Unable to refute it. Unable to claim that it wasn’t true. But a second later, he muttered something under his breath, something so quiet, I almost wasn’t able to hear.
“But it could be.”
I lifted my head, still shivering with the sudden temperature change. “What?”
His face lit up, and he stared down with sudden confidence. The kind of confidence I’d learned to fear. The kind I’d learned to crave.
“When we get back to New York, you’re just going to find another girl for me, aren’t you? Someone else to keep the board happy for three more months until the merger?”
My face blanched, caught completel
