Jeremiah’s POV
“How exactly did she meet this boy?”
I kept my voice flat, like a pane of glass. I watched the wine swirl in my glass and fought the urge to call the waiter back for a double shot of bourbon. My chest felt tight, like a coiled spring, and the only way to survive the next ten minutes was to bury every single emotion under a layer of ice.
Clementine didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she did and just didn't care. She reached for a piece of bread from the center of the table, her eyes bright with a look that was way too dreamy for my liking.
“He is the younger brother of one of Salome’s friends,” Clementine said. She sounded like she was narrating a fairy tale. “Apparently, he has been waiting for the perfect moment to ask her out for years. He’s had a massive crush on her for
