LIORA
Logan was right… I did actually need to step away from Ryder.
It did help me see things more clearly, and by clearly, I mean realizing just how much of a b***h I was for moaning Evan’s name. I also owe Ryder an apology because I am about eighty-eight percent sure he heard me.
The memory alone was enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
I had no excuse.
No explanation that could somehow make what happened sound better than it actually was.
The worst part wasn’t even that I moaned another man’s name.
It was that Ryder had looked genuinely happy before everything went to hell.
A cup of coffee being dropped onto my table pulled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked slowly at the steaming cup before lifting my gaze to the person who had placed it there.
Mark.
