CHAPTER 38
WHAT WAS ETHAN hiding? Why wouldn’t he talk about his early years? Apart from that one brief hint at trouble, when he told me he’d been alone through his teenage years, he’d given me nothing.
Why had I pressed him? The warning signs had all been there, and like an i***t, I’d ignored them. Dammit, Dan.
At times like this, I hated myself. And how did I deal with that self-loathing? That’s right—I put on a party dress, fluffed up my hair, called for a car, and went to Black’s.
“Been a while, Dan,” the bartender said as he slid my first drink over. Double vodka, coke, no ice.
“Yeah, it has.”
Because for a rare few weeks in my life, I’d enjoyed spending time with a man whose primary goal wasn’t to get between my legs. And just look where that had left me.
Abandoned.
My mom al
