Third Person POV
Sitting at the table inside Gibson’s, Sadé poked at the food on her plate, barely eating. Her stomach was still twisted in knots from the run-in with Marco, and no matter how hard she tried to shake it, the embarrassment clung to her like a second skin.
Adamo, noticing her silence, reached across the table and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “Hey,” he said softly, “don’t worry about him.”
She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “I just hate that it even happened. It’s like, I’m trying to move on, and then he just pops up and ruins everything.”
Adamo shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “Nah, he didn’t ruin anything. He just embarrassed himself. He sees now—he messed up. He lost a beautifully smart, strong, lovely, intelligent woman. T
