“Thank you for telling me,” I said to Dane, my voice low but clear. I turned and walked back to the house, the gravel biting through the thin soles of my sandal. The hatred for him wasn’t gone but for some reason it had grown. Even if it was just by an inch.
The path to the house felt longer than usual and my fingers trailed along the white-painted railing as I climbed the steps. When I reached the foyer, I heard the soft click of the front door opening.
Rico stepped inside, jacket slung over his arm and his tie loose around his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and there were faint shadows under his eyes. He looked tired … more than tired. His usual sharp composure was gone and replaced with something weary but that wasn't enough to stop me.
I folded my arms and
