But seeing him with another woman, laughing and enjoying himself, as she sat across from James, something inside her twisted painfully.
"I'm not," Kendra admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... complicated."
James' smirk vanished and he reached across the table, his hand wrapping around hers. "You don't need to be concerned about him," he said low. "He's part of the past, Kendra. You're here with me now.".
Kendra wanted to believe him, wanted to release the jealousy and bitterness that saw Philip. But it just wasn't that simple. Her history with Philip was convoluted, knotted into years of love and betrayal and everything in between. And now, seeing him so carefree with someone else was like something she had once lost, lost again.
She hadn't thought, Kendra leaned in
