Maeve's POV
I broke up with Preston on a Sunday morning over text, which I knew was not the right way to do it, but a phone call would give him room to argue and I didn't have the energy for a well-structured argument from a Harvard law student at nine in the morning.
I've been thinking about it and I don't think we're compatible. I'm sorry.
He responded in four minutes.
I think we should talk about this. Can I call you?
I blocked him.
I put my phone down and looked at the ceiling and felt the bond do its smug warm thing from his end, and I ignored it with the practice of someone who had been ignoring that feeling for three months.
I had not ended things with Preston because of what was on the other side of the bond. I had ended things with Preston because dinner had felt lik
