Lucas turned on Rachel. She hadn't moved. She was still watching him calmly, with the faint, polite smile she might have given a stranger.
Under the stage lights, she looked untouchable.
He remembered her beneath the office lights years ago, slumped in her chair after finishing another proposal for him. Exhausted, but smiling.
"We're going to make it, Lucas."
She'd looked so hopeful then. She still did now. Only this time, she wasn't hoping for a future with him.
"You planned this." His voice tightened. "From the beginning, you were—"
"Which beginning?" she asked. "When you let Chloe spill coffee over those documents and made me take the blame? When you called off our first wedding and told me, 'Next time'? Or when you had me time you kissing her for 5 minutes?"
He grew paler with e
